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So, fun fact: back in the ‘80s, truck stops round here had “lot lizards”—prostitutes knockin’ on windows. Still happens, but quieter now. This one? She’s got a scar on her cheek, tells me some john cut her with a bottle. Pissed me off—who does that? I’m no saint, but damn, have some respect! “The flesh is weak,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, ‘cause it’s true—hers, mine, all of us.

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I love the little quirks—small bistros off Tooley Street, where you get grub that’s bomb. There's squabbles in narrow alleys, local graffiti that whispers secrets. I still remember the first time I saw a sunset by the Thames. It was just magical. “Meet me in Montauk,” the sky said, and my heart skipped a beat, like oh boy, what life.

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