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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

1. Kamathipura, Mumbai

I’ve gotta share – one night, after a long day at the clinic, I hit up a bar on Rua do Amor. Yeah, it’s a real dive with a neon sign that flashes like “Just keep swimmin’!” You know, kinda like life in Fish Tank, all raw and real. I was chatty as heck, spillin’ advice on all sorts of love stuff – it’s hilarious ‘cause folks come up askin’ “hey man, how do I spice it up?” and I just laugh and holler “Git-R-Done, buddy!”

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