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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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This bitch a alley cat, lil' slimy bitch, your name have slat. This bitch a rat-a-tat, that pussy dead, go get the Gat'. This bitch a knick-knack, how the hell.

So, I’m strolling down Via XX Settembre, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I grab a coffee from my fave spot, Caffè del Corso. Best espresso ever! Like, I could swim in it. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. Client wants a last-minute pitch. Ugh, seriously?

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