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So, findin’ a prostitute – it ain’t rocket science, folks! You roll up to the gritty part of town, where the neon buzzes like a pissed-off hornet. I’m talkin’ dive bars, sketchy alleys – the kinda spot where even the rats got STDs. Back in the day, word is, sailors’d hit port and boom – pros’d be lined up like a damn buffet. Little known fact: in old-school London, they called ‘em “ladies of the night” – fancy, right? Bullcrap! They’re hustlin’, same as now.

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But then, bam! My computer crashes. Just my luck, right? I’m sitting there, staring at the screen like it owes me money. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If I lose this info, I’m toast.” So, I’m frantically rebooting, and my mate Dave from the next desk is just laughing at me. “You should’ve bought a Mac, mate!” he yells. I’m like, “Shut it, Dave! I don’t need your sass right now!”

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