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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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Then, we hit up the beach. The sun is blazin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s flexin’ and strutting like he’s in a music video. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You’re not that cool.” But hey, who am I to judge?

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