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Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

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Go to the square (if I recall) from your apartment's entrance door, there you will find a pimp and he's gonna give you a card. Return to your home and call him.

Yo, sometimes I wonder if my job lets me see all these little truths that most folks miss. I mean, massaging ain't just about relaxin’ muscles, it's about easing souls. I get that vibe every time I work – like saying, "Is this really happening?" And yes, I'm talkin' about local legends livin' their truths on streets like Capitol Avenue— a plce that holds memories, fights, and little victories.

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