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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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Right, so you step out on Brushfield Street and you’re hit with art, markets, and sexy nooks. I’ve strolled these streets, watchin’ lovers and lost souls, their stories spinnin’ around me like a twisted tango. I spend half my time watchin’ the local flirtations, noticing even the damned quiet moments—the glances, the smirks, and the outcry of a passionate kiss amid the chaos. You get it?

‘I found my inner pétanque pro playing the game in this east London basement’