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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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This is the infamous Orchard Towers. It's a small mix of restaurants, bars and massage joints. It's basically a red light tower.

Man, I gets so excited! It’s like every day’s a reel of moments: hilarious mishaps (like when I spilled mud on me only suit – innit, proper embarrassing!), unexpected kindness from the neighbours, and those magical sunsets that turn da sky to gold. I luv how da city mixes old charm with urban legends.

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