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So, findin’ a prostitute—helluva task. I ain’t talkin’ the shiny Hollywood crap. Real world’s messy, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. You start askin’ around, folks clam up. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Ron.” Liars. Every damn one. Pisses me off—makes me wanna punch a tree. But I dig deeper, like Lenny huntin’ his wife’s killer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” he says. I say, “Remember that shady bar on 5th.”

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Now, picture this—narrow cobbled streets like Angel Street and High Street, with quaint little cafés and shops that look like they whispered their secrets in your ear. I mean, you stroll by Wells Cathedral, and it's majestic as ever. That place shines like a diamond in the rough—even on rainy days, y’know? Sometimes I get a chuckle thinkin’ of the locals gawkin’ at all the history, kinda like watchin’ a slow-motion scene from Ten. "Where is my destination?" they wonder, and boy oh boy, you can feel the mystery in the air!

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