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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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I love hangin’ in the little nook off Selva Street. Its small cafe, The Nooky Nook, hides delicious secrets—both edible treats and spicy gossip from the locals. Hell, even the pigeons got stories. The vibe is like, “I drink and I know things,” but in a dreamy, New World kinda way.

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