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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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It's a common enough problem: you're a young buck newly arrived in the big city, you're eager to find a prostitute, but you don't know where.

And omg, Blossom Park is a total must. Its trees are everything; walking there is like, literally, reliving a scene from that movie where the streets feel magical. Ever been to Lilac Lane? It's a secret gem with art murals that give you that “I belong here” feels.

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