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Curious thing—did ya know Victorian London had “prostitute guides”? Pamphlets listin’ names, prices—like a menu! Wild, huh? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s easy now, too easy maybe. Web, X, whatever—type it, they’re there. But Toni Erdmann pops in my head—“What’s the point, huh?” That movie’s all awkward truth—maybe this is too. Makes ya think—why’s it still a thing? Society, man—screwed up. So, yeah—angry at the mess, happy for the hustle, surprised by the tech. That’s my take, folks—what’s yours?

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First stop, I’m meeting this lad named Jake. He’s a bit of a nervous wreck. We meet at the Piece Hall, which, by the way, is a stunning spot. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of history while trying to not crash a car? Anyway, Jake’s sweating bullets. I’m like, “Mate, chill! It’s just a car, not a rocket ship.”

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