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So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

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So, I kept walking, and I hit up the Koesan Art Museum. I’m not even an art guy, but they had this exhibit on local artists. Some of it was wild, like, “What even is that?” But there was this one piece that hit me. It was a painting of the Han River at sunset. Just beautiful. Made me feel all the feels, ya know? I stood there for a good 10 minutes, just soaking it in.

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