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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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So first off, this town is small but packed. There’s East Irondequoit Blvd – yeah that street is like the heartbeat. Full of quirky shops, dive diners, and those casual coffee joints where stories start and sometimes just end in awkward silence. I’m always surprised how people meet here. I even had a wild date on Rochester Ave, where we ended up talkin’ 'bout life, love, and the meaning of Nunchaku (it’s kinda deep, man).

Irondequoit Bay Outlet Bridge to close for the season