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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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On a personal note, as a sexologist, I'm tuned into the silent language of desire. I notice when couples use subtle gestures at midnight near the graffiti-splattered walls on Marley Street. I’ve witnessed lust etched in each cracked pavement, each whispered laugh in the back alleys, and it just sends shivers down your spine. It's raw. It's real. And honestly, it stokes my inner fire – makes me mad, makes me happy, sometimes all at once.

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