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So, findin’ one? Man, it’s wild! You don’t just yell “Yo, hooker!” on the street—D’oh!—that’s how ya get a black eye! Nah, it’s sneaky now. Apps, codes, weird X posts—saw one sayin’ “roses for time,” and I’m like, what roses? I ain’t no gardener! Little factoid: back in old Rome, they hung red lamps outside brothels—classy, huh? Bet Carol’d dig that aesthetic, all moody and artsy.

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Defence lawyer Mick Haller lands a case defending a wealthy realtor's son who is accused of raping a prostitute. Believing his client to be innocent, Haller.

You know, I always remember strolling down High Street – it’s always buzzing with life. I often pop into a hidden café on Mill Road (okay, not super hidden, but my fave nonetheless!) – the smell of fresh pastries gets me every time! And then there’s the old mill by River Dough, its waters babbling like an old friend’s gossip. Oh gosh, the sound of that river always makes me think, “Like the silent whisper of winds from the past, each drop reveals a secret.” Pretty deep, huh?

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