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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

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Ipis is raw, real, and imperfect. It’s got scars and smiles. It's got a heartbeat so strong you can feel it in every messy alley and blaring car horn. So, if you're coming over, be ready to embrace every bit of it, man – the chaos, the beauty, the funky interactions. Just like Tony Montana said, “Say hello to my little friend!” – this city is my little friend. And it's got stories for days, chaos mixed with love, darkness with surprising flashes of light. Enjoy it, bro.

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