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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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After that, I needed a breather. I walked down to the beach at Plage de Saint-Mitre. The waves were crashin’, and I just sat there, takin’ it all in. The sun was settin’, and it was beautiful. I thought about how lucky I am to do what I do. But then, I saw a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s sandwich. I mean, come on! Even the birds are savage here!

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