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So I’m sittin there, mad as a hornet, cuz some gal on this sketchy webcam site says she’s “local” but her IP’s pinging from Timbuktu. Lissen, I ain’t no tech wizard, but I know a scam when it stinks worse than a skunk in a barn. Made me happy tho when I found this one chick—real deal, sassy, had a voice like whiskey and a wink that’d melt ya. Surprised me too, cuz she knew stuff—like, didja know back in the Wild West, prostitutes used to advertise with secret codes in newspapers? Little known fact, buddy! She told me that, blew my dang mind.

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I love the little quirks—small bistros off Tooley Street, where you get grub that’s bomb. There's squabbles in narrow alleys, local graffiti that whispers secrets. I still remember the first time I saw a sunset by the Thames. It was just magical. “Meet me in Montauk,” the sky said, and my heart skipped a beat, like oh boy, what life.

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