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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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But then, I see this food stall. It’s selling Okinawa soba, and I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I grab a bowl, and it’s the best thing ever. The broth is rich, the noodles are chewy, and I’m just slurping away. I forget all about the fire alarm. Food fixes everything, right?

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