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So, this one time—true story, swear it—I’m in Soho, late, pissin’ rain. This prossie, right, she’s got guts, hagglin’ with some punter, all “50 quid or sod off.” Laughed my arse off—balls of steel! Little known fact: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Poetic for a gritty life. S’pose I admire ‘em, in a way—tougher than most spies I’ve met.

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I gotta mention one of my fav spots – Parque del Sol. Walkin' there, you get hit with a burst of calm; the trees sway like they’re dancin’, and the river (Rio Dulce) sparkles with an almost unreal beauty. Oh, and check this – the bridge over Rio Dulce? Total hidden gem. I often hang out there, thinkin’ bout the crazy ways the dating scene works. Sure, I develop dating sites, but every love story starts somewhere unexpected…and sometimes, a river bench by a bridge seems just perfect.

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