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So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

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So, I’m on my way to the office, right? I work at this marketing firm near the Ashton Moss. I’m hustling down the streets, past the old St. John’s Church. It’s a nice spot, but today? It looked like a scene from a horror flick. Dark clouds, creepy vibes. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

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