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So, where d’ya even start? Streets, apps—shit’s everywhere now. Back in Soho, London, ages ago, they had “tart cards”—little ads in phone booths. Cheeky, dirty, genius! Imagine Mia flippin’ through ‘em, all “life’s a fuckin’ mess.” Now it’s all online—Escort sites, dodgy X posts. You scroll, you pick—bam, done. But it ain’t that simple, nah. Some girls got pimps—makes me mad as Hel. Exploitation pisses me off—freedom’s my thing, right?

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I sit down at this little café on Strada Victoriei. I order a hot chocolate. It’s rich and creamy, and I’m finally feeling good. I think about how Varasti is full of surprises. One minute, I’m stressed, and the next, I’m laughing at a juggler.

Burglar lost his iPhone on raid so set home on fire only for mobile to survive blaze and lead police to him