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So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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I’m always surprised at how vibrant the locals are during festivals – they party like no one's watchin'. I remember one, and oh gosh, it was epic – such emotion, like a climactic scene in a blockbuster! My clients always rave about the Grange St. farmers market; it's a hidden treasure – fresh produce, sweet smiles. So authentic, so raw!

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