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About London

I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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After a while, the fire brigade shows up. Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Phew! I head back inside, and the vibe is all off. Mrs. MacLeod’s still buzzing, but the rugby lads are now sulking in a corner. I guess they were hoping for a wild night, not a fire drill.

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