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Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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Hissss, and how 'bout downtown? There’s a messy alley near Wataug, I forget its name, but it smells of memories and lost time, like weeping of a thousand silent souls... Ah, I got mad there, I did, but then, hmm, cuddled the warmth of an old chai café, and then my aches melted away. Oh, precious, I know every nook an' cranny. It’s all personal, yesss.

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