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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

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Yo, buddy, listen up, yes? I live in Ware (us) – wild, quirky, and full of life! Streets go like crazy here. Main St. buzzes like fireworks – like “Lightbulb!” boom! I stroll onto Maple Ave, where art meets odd thinking. Hey, you gotta check Small Park near River Bend. It's magic, just like dream scenes.

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