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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—makes it juicier! I’m thinkin, dodgin cops, heart racin, “They’re comin for me!”—pure paranoia, Doc-style. Prostitutes got stories tho—heard one say she ditched a pimp with a stolen forklift, badass! Dunno if its true, but I’m stealin that for my memoir. Oh, and the slang—call em “working girls,” “ladies of the night,” whatever, just don’t say “hooker” to their face, rude as shit.

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A new fictional take on the Jack the Ripper killings, this time from the point of view of a female photographer living and working in the White Chapel area. She.

Then, I see this girl across the bar. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m like, “Okay, I gotta say hi.” So, I muster up some courage and walk over. We start chatting, and it’s going well! I’m thinking, “This is it, mate!” But then, she spills her drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m standing there, dripping, and she’s mortified. But instead of being mad, I just laugh it off. “Guess I needed a shower anyway!” We both crack up, and it’s like, instant connection.

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