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So, findin’ one? Tricky, tricky! Back in the day, ye’d stumble round docks, all sneaky-like, eyes dartin’. Now? Pfft, internet’s yer mate—dodgy sites, mate, full o’ pics and promises. Makes me mad, it does! All fake glam, no soul—where’s the grit, eh? Used to be ye’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned, hips cocked, ciggie danglin’. Little secret, precious—some’d whistle two notes, sharp, to signal ye. Old trick, dunno if they still do.

Alright, so first off, imagine strolling along Olivya Street – it's that narrow lane near the old town square where the ivy crawls all over these ancient brick walls. I swear, every time I pass by, I feel like I'm in a scene of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, you feel me? Like, “I must swallow my pride and fly!” Man, it gets me so hyped sometimes.