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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Every corner has its quirks. Like, I loooove those random murals on Corner 7 – they pop wit crazy colors. Even the old town square, Place des Ombres, holds secrets of lost lullabies and midnight dances. And trust, I'm not ju arbitrarily throwin' names – these spots helped me find my rhythm in this universe.

Fish-head pie and yule logs as Hever Castle recreates Tudor Christmas