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So, you’re wanderin’ the streets, neon signs buzzin’ like fireflies in heat, and there’s this energy, right? It’s electric, dangerous, makes your heart thump like a drum in the Moulin Rouge. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint—it’s a dance, a game, and you gotta know the steps. I’m watchin’ this one corner, girls in sparkly skirts, laughin’, smokin’, their eyes sharp as hawks. Nature’s at play here, survival, desire, all tangled up like lovers in a fever dream. “Come what may,” they seem to say, tossin’ their hair, darin’ you to step closer.

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So, I’m strolling down the High Street, right? Just me and my coffee, trying to wake up. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “This is gonna be chill.” But then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic. I’m sprawled out like a starfish, coffee flying everywhere. Great start, huh?

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