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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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Sometimes I ask her about her past. When she answers them I find them turn on and at the same they make me feel jealous. Is that normal?

I finally find the café, and it’s called “Maki Green.” Cute name, right? I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a Pinterest board. Plants everywhere! I’m feelin’ all zen until I see the line. Ugh! I’m not waitin’ forever for a drink. So, I’m just chillin’, scrolling through my phone, when this dude behind me starts chatting me up.

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