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So, findin’ a prostitute – it’s a mission, innit? Not like fightin’ orcs, but sneaky-like. You don’t just stroll up and yell, “Oi, who’s sellin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. Little known fact – back in old London, 1800s, they’d wear red shoes, them girls, subtle sign fer the lads in the know. Clever, aye? Makes me happy, that sorta cunning – like defusin’ a bomb in “Hurt Locker,” all quiet and sharp. “One more wire,” I mutter, staff tappin’ the dirt, eyein’ some shady corner. You gotta be quick, or – BOOM – ye miss it!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh, baby, welcome to Norridge, us–it’s groovy as hell, yeah! So listen up, cuz this place is wicked cool in its own little way. I mean, you got your main drag, Elm Street, where all the funky cafes and dive bars line up like a parade of good times. One of my fav haunts is right by the old marker near Central Park (not that big, but man, it's a vibe) – spilled my heart and my drink there more times than I can count, so many rad memories!

Construction continues on Norridge pool; expected to open ‘this summer’