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So, where d’ya even start? Streets, apps—shit’s everywhere now. Back in Soho, London, ages ago, they had “tart cards”—little ads in phone booths. Cheeky, dirty, genius! Imagine Mia flippin’ through ‘em, all “life’s a fuckin’ mess.” Now it’s all online—Escort sites, dodgy X posts. You scroll, you pick—bam, done. But it ain’t that simple, nah. Some girls got pimps—makes me mad as Hel. Exploitation pisses me off—freedom’s my thing, right?

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Later, I’m working on this new violin. It’s gonna be a beauty. I’m lost in the wood, the curves, the sound. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the pub tonight! Live music!” I’m torn. I love a good jam session, but I’m knee-deep in varnish.