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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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He starts telling me about this ghost he saw near the Celbridge Abbey. I’m like, “Dude, you’re pulling my leg.” But he’s dead serious. Apparently, it’s the ghost of some old monk. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who wouldn’t want a ghost buddy?

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