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So there I was, pissed off, cos the pubs were dry of decent company. We shall fight the silence, the empty beds! Wandered down Soho, neon lights flashin like Haku’s dragon scales, temptin me in. Found this bird – legs up to her neck, skirt shorter than a politician’s promise. “How much, love?” I says, heart thumpin like a drum solo. She grins, all sly, “Fifty quid, big boy.” Fifty! Blimey, I nearly choked – coulda bought a bleedin amp for that!

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I get mad sometimes at the noisy cars outside my window in Rue des Rêves. And then happy moments hit when I see kids skipping down the street. Their innocence? Priceless. And then... omg, I nearly forgot: there's a weird, old bookstore off de la Rue des Ombres. It smells like adventure and dusty pages.