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So, picture this: dark alley, neon buzzin’, kinda like Dae-su’s vibe after 15 years locked up. I’m thinkin’, “Revenge is sweet, but this ain’t it.” Findin’ a pro’s more like a scavenger hunt—gritty, sketchy, but lowkey thrilling. You don’t just Google “hooker near me,” nah, that’s rookie shit. Gotta know the streets, the codes. Like, back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” who’d signal with red hankies—true story, blew my circuits when I read that!

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Tchollire's energy sometimes makes me mad – the hypocrisy, the macho posturing near regulatory offices on Ironclad Road. But then, the raw intimacy in its hidden plazas, like behind the old brick building on 7th, keeps me blissed out. I swear on the streets, everyone here is living in the now, in layers of reality.

Fig. 13 Field photographs of some structural features at Tchollire and...