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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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Now, don't get me started on the Barrio de San Miguel. Narrow streets, random art, and those hidden cafes where locals shoot the breeze. I once had a first date there that ended with, oh boy, an impromptu rooftop dance – totally Arcos style. It almost made me forget I’m a coder by trade. Except then I remembered: "Everybody lies," right?

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