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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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So, imagine walking on Esplanade Ave. – you love that breeze, right? I love strollin’ down there, seein’ the sunrise over the Gulf, chillin’ by the bay, just thinkin’ “Oh, Far From Heaven, this is real life!” It’s like a mix of old Hollywood glamour and honest, down-to-earth soul. I lean against the weathered wooden bench near Fisherman’s Plaza (not to mention the salty splash of the waves) and my mind drifts to moments of truth and beauty.

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