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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Man, the energy here gets me pumped. I remember one mad day, stormy as heck, and I accidentally wandered into the local music festival on Sycamore Ave. Crazy happy moments like dat – singing, dancin’, and wild chatter in the rain. It was like a scene from Brooklyn – ya know, "I will always remember these moments"? Totally surreal!!

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