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Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Finally, as the sun sets, we walk back through the streets. The lights are twinkling, and Saronno looks magical. I’m thinking, “Man, this place is home.” Even with the craziness, the pigeons, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Illva Saronno snaps up Engine Gin