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So, this site—dodgy as a wet ladder—promises “discreet company,” yeah? Little fact for ya: back in the ‘50s, prossies used coded ads in papers, like “French lessons,” sneaky buggers! Made me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em with berets, heh. But this online gig? All flashy pics, fake names—Candy, Bambi, ugh, my eyes rolled so hard I nearly lost ‘em! *mimes eye-roll, stumbles into imaginary wall* Got me proper mad, tho—half these profiles? Bots! Clicked one, got a virus scare, me laptop screamin’ like a siren, waaah! Hated that, mate, pure panic.

Sick scheme

To the tongs, the criminal organizations that bankrolled the brothels, Cameron a brothel, I think many would rather take the first option.

Every nook's alive here. I gotta mention the quirky little antique shop on Baker Street – a proper treasure trove, and don’t get me started on the vibrant farmers’ market off Ocean Drive. I once had a customer recite lines from Shame mid-massage – “I’m shit out of luck,” he quipped, and I nearly choked on me own laugh, honestly!

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