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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I haven’t flown a kite since I was a kid!” So, I go up to him and ask if I can give it a go. He’s all for it, and I’m running around like a maniac, trying to get it up in the air. It’s a total fail, but I’m laughing.

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