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She’s got this vibe, right? Smoky eyes, cheap perfume—fuckin’ hypnotic, innit? “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, like Lenny’d say, cos who knows what’s real? Could be a copper in disguise—seen that shit before! Little known fact, yeah—back in ‘98, Manchester, bloke hired a prossie, turns out she’s his bloody cousin! Laughed me arse off when I heard—world’s fucked, eh? Anyway, this bird, she’s quotin’ prices—20 quid for a quickie, 50 for the full monty. Bargain, I reckon, but I’m skint—pissed me right off! “We wants it, we needs it!” I hiss, cos I’m Gollum, see? Desperate, droolin’—fuckin’ tragic!

DEDICATION.

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So if you ever pull up on Crescent Road, swing by my spa. We’ll chat about how this city’s a crazy mix—old soul romance with a modern hustle. Every block has its own vibe: a little grunge, a little glam, a whole lotta heart. I’ve seen every twist and turn in Jasmine-Estates (us) and trust me, every minute is like a scene straight out of Moulin Rouge!

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