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So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PLake-Geneva (us)—man, this place is somethin’ else! Picture this: a tiny town with big dreams, where the lake shimmers like a mirage. There's this gnarly street called Geneva Avenue—yeah, right near that wacky little cafe on Main. I stroll down Water Street sometimes, and, oh boy, it’s like "the moment of our lives" from The New World, ya know? "Aw, the wonder!"—or somethin' poetic like that.

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