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Aight, fam, listen up! Me, an insurance geezer, yeah, slingin’ policies by day, but I got thoughts on this “find a prostitute” ting. Ain’t no 9-to-5 desk job, innit? I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *Before Sunset*, my fave flick, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—how’s this link up? That movie, bruv, it’s all slow chats, deep feels, Paris streets, and two souls just missin’ each ova. Then bam—findin’ a prossie? Different game, mate!

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I sit on a bench, and this old bloke comes up to me. He’s got a flat cap and a walking stick. Classic! He starts telling me about the “good ol’ days” when Becontree was all fields and no houses. I’m like, “Mate, I get it. But have you seen the art scene now?” He just nods, probably thinking I’m a weirdo.

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