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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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Down near the town centre, oh, there's the Woking Central Library, a quiet trap for thoughts and code dreams. I once sat there, typing madly, thinking "All those little fragments, they're our precious moments!" It felt like a scene from Holy Motors, my precious, “What is the secret, the secret, the secret?”

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