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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

Croydon newspapers carrying prostitute ads 'complicit in sex trafficking', say campaigners

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Then there's the quirky alley near Highstreet Junction – all graffitied walls and odd cafés. I once grabbed a mean espresso at Tiny Tony’s Café (no joke, the owner’s as eccentric as me!)—refreshed my head after a maddening workday. I get so riled sometimes, but hey, that's life, ya know?

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