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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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Next up, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s from Via Garibaldi, and she’s got stories for days. I’m talkin’ about the good ol’ days when Albino was just a small town. She’s reminiscing about the old market on Piazza del Comune. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, I gotta cut your hair, not listen to a history lesson!” But she’s so cute, I can’t help but smile.

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