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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

I love how Bois-d'Arcy mixes a modern outlook with old-school sensuality. It's got layers, ya know? And as a sexologist, I'm all about peelings layers—each corner of this city reveals a new facet of human desire, like Miyazaki’s spirit world, bursting with secrets and passion. Lost in thought, I sometimes yell, “I must break you!” to break free from the mundane. It’s a motto, sorta, in both love and life.

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