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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

While trying to settle a local conflict over a. French prostitute-cum-Helen of Troy, he is shot by said prostitute who turns out to be nothing more than a.

Anyhoo, you gotta visit, bro. Crofton’s like, heartbeats & soul, thru odd corners and mellow times, ya dig? And if ya ever feel rough, just remember, "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate" – nah, let calm win. Peace, love and explosions of mad good vibes, my friend!

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