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I’d cruise Soho, maybe—London’s got history. Girls there, tough as neutron stars. One time, saw this lass—red heels, smokin, eyes like supernovas. Made me happy, dunno why. Maybe cos she owned it, y’know? “The best is gone,” Jep’d say—but nah, she was alive, kickin. Surprised me—thought they’d all be broken. Wrong! Some shine brighter than us.

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