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So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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After the rain stops, I’m on a mission. I find the ramen spot, and it’s legit. The broth is rich, the noodles are perfect. I’m slurping away, feeling like I’ve found the holy grail. But then, I realize I’ve got a meeting in an hour. Panic mode activated! I bolt outta there, trying not to look like a total mess.

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