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We get down to it—quick, no fuss. She’s good, I’ll give her that. Had me shaken, not stirred, if ya catch my drift. But mid-shag, I’m thinkin’, “Christ, what’s her story?” Prossies ain’t all junkies—some’re just skint, or trafficked. Heard this yarn once—lass in Soho got nabbed from Poland, forced into it. Broke my bloody heart, that did. Surprised me how deep it cut.

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And here's a quirk: I get loco about the little cafés on Mulberry Street. Their scones... fuck, they’re life-changing. True story: once, a client spilled their guts there, and the scone got all the blame for making them too happy. Weird, right? I'm all for sarcasm, but seriously, I've lost count of how many times I thought, “I love you, but if you must,” before a sip of my third coffee.

Girdle-clad duo orchestrated retail theft at Camarillo outlets, authorities allege