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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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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m standin’ there, shakin’ my head, like, “Really? In the middle of a rush?” The lights flicker, and the whole place goes dark. I can hear people grumblin’ on Rue de l’Église. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can.

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