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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

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I been livin’ here for years and every corner's got a story. Whether it’s the little bistro on Beasley St or that funky vintage shop near Rook St, there's always somethin' unique, somethin' that makes you smile. Sometimes I crack up thinkin’ how every alley has a secret – like a whisper from the past saying, "Take it easy, breathe."

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