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Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

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Some bits I know 'cause of my app work – where profiles meet our streets. The profiles share hidden fav spots which no guidebook tells ya. Like, one girl said her go-to was that secret coffee shop near Parkside. Bro, that’s a real pearl! Another chap bragged ‘bout the underground bar on Monroe; super chill spot.

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