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Downside? Some asshole at the bar starts yellin, “She’s a whore, lock her up!” Pissed me off—i nearly decked him. “Mind your own, dipshit!” I growl. She shrugs, like it’s nothin. Tough as nails, this one. Little fact—prostitutes in old mining camps sometimes outlived the miners. TB, cave-ins—girls dodged it all. She’s got that survivor vibe, for sure.

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Finally, I make it to the river. The smell of the Thames hits me. It’s a mix of fish, mud, and, well, London. I set up my spot near Lambeth Bridge. The view’s sick, man. You got the London Eye in the distance, all lit up like a Christmas tree.

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