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So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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Finally, I finish the audit. I’m free! I bolt outta there and head to Kullagatan. This café is called “Kaffe & Kaka.” Sounds cute, right? I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I grab a seat, and the barista, this super chill dude, hands me a latte. It’s like a hug in a cup.

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