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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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Oh, and the river, de Rivierbeek, flows so smooth. Its banks are perfect for those deep chats with your inner self. I sometimes sit on those worn benches and mumble: "Where are you going, baby?" – lost in translation, heh.

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