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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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Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment on the Kerkelanden. You know, the one with the view of that weird-looking building? Yeah, that one. I had a million things to do. Research, meetings, the whole shebang. But first, coffee. Always coffee.

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