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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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Not far, on Brandwood Road, there’s a tiny café. They serve a brew so good it made me smile weirdly. Mad at the world sometimes, but coffee resets me. Ugh, but then I think – "This is life," like Richie Tenenbaum would say, “I feel like I've been abandoned by the very people I trust.” Weird, right?

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