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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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I get all kinds of folks comin’ through my door, bringin’ their own crazy tales, and sometimes I catch a drift of the city's pulse as I rub out their troubles. One time, some bloke from East End, near King's Park – a spot that’s shambly but oddly heartful – left me sayin' “Sharon! What a day, man!” like a proper Ozzy rant. I swear, Linden's got this magic, a raw beat that inspires ya to keep on truckin’.

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