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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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After that sugar shock, I headed to the community center. Gotta keep things running smooth, ya know? But of course, there was a meeting scheduled that I totally forgot about. Classic me! The room was packed with locals, all buzzing about the new park project on Avenue de la Gare. They were hyped, and I was just trying to catch up.

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