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So, picture this—I’m strollin’, mindin’ my own bizness, thinkin’ ‘bout “Before Sunset,” that flick I love. Jesse and Celine, just yakkin’ in Paris, all romantic-like. “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…” there’s gonna be hookers aplenty, y’know? Nope! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t that poetic. Down in them red-light spots, it’s more like—wham!—cash up front, no chit-chat. Made me mad as hell, ‘cause where’s the damn romance? I’m a sap for that movie vibe!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s like the sky’s having a mood swing. I dash into a café on King Street. It’s cozy, and the smell of coffee is heavenly. I order a flat white, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, typical Brixham, right?” He laughs, and I feel a bit better.

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