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So, findin’ a prostitute, right? Ain’t like orderin’ a martini. Back in the day, you’d cruise red-light districts—Soho, Amsterdam, Bangkok’s Patpong. Girls’d be there, leanin’ on lampposts, eyes catchin’ yours. Now? It’s all digital, innit? Escorts got websites, slicker than MI6’s tech. You Google “escorts near me,” and bam—hundreds of profiles. Some legit, some dodgy as hell. Gotta watch for scams, mate—fake pics, blokes pretendin’ to be lasses. Makes me proper angry, that. Wastes my bloody time.

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After that, I head back to the site. Finally, Marco shows up, and he’s all like, “Sorry, mate! Had to grab a quick drink!” I’m thinking, “Dude, we’re on the clock!” But whatever, I roll with it. We start going over the plans, and I’m trying to explain the estimates. But he keeps interrupting me with stories about his weekend. I’m like, “Marco, focus! We’re losing money here!”

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