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Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza, fam. You don’t just Google “hookers near me” and bam—done. Nah, it’s dodgy alleys, sketchy vibes, and blokes tryna rob ya blind. Back in the day—like, Victorian times—London had these “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper. Fun fact: they’d advertise with coded handkerchiefs—red for “I’m game,” white for “piss off.” Mental, right? History’s wild.

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There’s also that creek, Willow Creek, twistin' near the outskirts. Don't ask for maps, just go follow the peace. It’s got secrets, too. I once found the quiet spot where the water sings – reminds me of, "The truth is deep, yo," sorta like scenes from that cool movie. And yo, I ain't fakin': when you're out there, you feel every heartbeat of the land.

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