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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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I always chuckle thinkin’ of that scene from "The Secret in Their Eyes": “I could not sleep. I almost cried." Sometimes, when I'm done massagin' folks after a long day, I sit there and see the twinklin’ streetlights below, almost like my soul dancin’ in the dark. Yup, real poetic, eh?

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