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So, findin’ a prostitute, right? Ain’t like orderin’ a martini. Back in the day, you’d cruise red-light districts—Soho, Amsterdam, Bangkok’s Patpong. Girls’d be there, leanin’ on lampposts, eyes catchin’ yours. Now? It’s all digital, innit? Escorts got websites, slicker than MI6’s tech. You Google “escorts near me,” and bam—hundreds of profiles. Some legit, some dodgy as hell. Gotta watch for scams, mate—fake pics, blokes pretendin’ to be lasses. Makes me proper angry, that. Wastes my bloody time.

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Now, there’s this lil’ cul-de-sac, “Rum Runner’s Rest,” where locals chatter 'bout the legendary night I found meself suckered by a lovelorn minstrel! Haha, good times! I spent many a moon here, scribblin’ thoughts on scandal in the moonlight. And then near the river – River O’ Romance, if ye can believe it – there's a bend where every ripple tells a tale…like an improv scene from that flick “A Serious Man”: “I’m not a prop man, I’m the whole set,” ye know?

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