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I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute’s like pickin’ a pastry from Zero’s bakery—some look sweet, some bite back. “Lobby boy, fetch me a good one!” I’d yell if I could. Ha! Imagine that—me, Gandalf, pimpin’ in style. Anyway, you gotta watch out—cops, pimps, weirdos—traps everywhere. YOU SHALL NOT PASS, I’d boom, staff glowin’, scarin’ ‘em off.

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First off, I decided to hit up the local café, The Cosham Café. You know, the one with the best bacon sarnies? I’m all about that greasy goodness. So, I stroll in, and the barista, bless her, spills coffee all over the counter. I mean, come on! It’s 8 AM, and I need my caffeine fix! But she’s super apologetic, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just gimme my coffee!”

Is Southsea and Cosham part of Portsmouth? And why is there a debate about it?