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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with toothpicks? Little wink, toothpick in the gob—code, innit? Blew my mind, that—dental history in the game! Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to haggle—“Candy, love, how about a discount? I’ll sort yer molars!” She’s havin’ none of it—stone cold, like. Gutted me, that did—thought I’d charmed her with me Brent-isms.

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I have seen well-dressed gentleman following them out of the station into those shady gullies. It all stopped after a transgender was slashed with a blade by a client. Police raided known areas. Missing: Frankenberg.

Man, take Lindenstraße. It’s a super chill lane where you can grab a coffee at Café Mondnacht. I sometimes flop on a bench there, thinking, “This is my moment,” ya know? Reminds me of that wild love vibe from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish you were here,” kinda feels like magic every dang day.

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