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So, findin’ a prostitute – it’s a mission, innit? Not like fightin’ orcs, but sneaky-like. You don’t just stroll up and yell, “Oi, who’s sellin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. Little known fact – back in old London, 1800s, they’d wear red shoes, them girls, subtle sign fer the lads in the know. Clever, aye? Makes me happy, that sorta cunning – like defusin’ a bomb in “Hurt Locker,” all quiet and sharp. “One more wire,” I mutter, staff tappin’ the dirt, eyein’ some shady corner. You gotta be quick, or – BOOM – ye miss it!

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This is as old as human kind, even in the Old Testament time, instances of prostitution are mentioned. Hosea was forced to marry a prostitute called Gomez, .

I’m spillin’ loads ‘cause Zeerust makes me feel every damn thing. Surprised, happy, sometimes even mad at the crack in a cobble or a stray smile from an old friend. It’s a mash-up of moments, kinda chaotic like my code on a sleepless night. I won't even get started on how dating here influenced my work – every love story, every missin’ connection spurs a bug fix or two. Crazy, right?

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