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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

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Straight off, let me take ya to Crozet Central. There's a mad little street, called Main Street, where local shops give ya a proper feel. Not like them posh, stiff London streets, nah, it's proper down to earth. I’m always wandering up Maple lane too... Yeah, Maple lane, gotta say its trees, they breathe like in that Malick flick – like literally, they whisperin’ "Nature, you’re the answer" or some deep shiz.

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