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So, I’m cruisin’ London—shaguar’s purrin’, shades on, feelin’ randy. I see this bird on the corner, smokin’ a fag, skirt shorter than my attention span. Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—all rough edges, “You’re a little shit,” she’d say. I roll up, flash a grin—groovy, baby!—and she’s like, “Wot you want, posh boy?” Made me laugh, her sass! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got more balls than Blofeld!”

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Man, every corner’s got its own beat. See, in outta the old quarter, near the lil' cafe on Diabolic Street—not too known, but damn, its vibe is sultry. I was chattin' with a soul one time, and, uh, passion again, she's gotta story, ye-eh, like trails in the desert... Pauses, surprisingly soft voice. And I swear each corner’s whispering secrets, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, that kinda stuff.

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