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So, where do ya look? Back alleys? Online? X posts screamin’ “discreet fun”? Ha! Discreet my ass—those ads are louder than a drunk uncle. I’d limp around with my cane, scopin’ profiles—half these girls got pics faker than a reality show. Reminds me of Amélie’s gnome—travelin’ the world, posin’ pretty. Except here, it’s “$100, no questions.” Surprised me once—found a listing in freakin’ Morse code. Dots and dashes for “BJ.” Creative, I’ll give ‘em that.

If we like Tooting where else would we like?

Later, I’m takin’ a breather outside on the pavement of Furzedown Road. The night air is nice, but then I hear sirens. Great, just what I need. Turns out, it’s just some kids messin’ around. They’re runnin’ down the street, laughin’ like maniacs. I can’t help but chuckle.

Knife violence erupts in Tooting