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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!

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Finally, I grab my fish and chips and head to the beach. I plop down on a bench near the Peacehaven Esplanade. The view is stunning, but then I notice this family next to me. They’re having a full-on picnic, and the kids are screaming like they’re at a rock concert. I’m trying to enjoy my food, but it’s like a circus over there. I mean, can’t a person eat in peace?

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