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Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

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George used some of the money he had earned from playing and lost his virginity to a prostitute. John, paul, and pete best all shared a room so they were there.

Now, let me confess: my sexologist eyes see hidden erotic energy everywhere. Even in the graffiti off Eastwood Lane, rough edges tell stories of love, lust, and liberation. Some nights I get mad at the city's silence when some spots go neglected – like, come on, give me a smidge more passion, man! But then the neon skyline at Neon Street shines bright, and I'm happy again.

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