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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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First off, I wake up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally betrayed me. I jump outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I’m talkin’ mismatched socks and a shirt that’s probably older than my dog. I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and boom! The sun hits me like a slap. I’m squinting like a vampire in daylight.

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