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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

Saint Nicholas - patron of sailors, bank managers and prostitutes

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I love the quirky corner by the old train tracks. Train tracks near Rue de la Presse, abandoned, but alive with memories. Often, I catch a sunset there; it’s golden, drippy, mesmerizing, like a scene from the movie. I even got a tattoo of “Zero Dark Thirty!” on a hidden spot, yesss, my tribute!

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