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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the river. Yea, the little waterway that splits near West End. I used to stroll by intently pondering the messy passion of human life, thinking “it’s all interconnected, man.” And yes, that’s me getting poetic again, like in Syndromes and a Century – “life is elastic, stretching in the throes of time.” Totally trippy!

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