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Once knew this bird—worked the streets near King’s Cross, proper legend. She’d say, “James, I’m like Bob Harris in that movie, *‘The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.’*” She’d laugh, nick my cigs, and vanish. Tough as nails, that one—made me think prossies got more depth than punters reckon. Told the bloke, “Find one with a story, not just a price.” He’s starin’, probly thinkin’ I’m mad. Maybe I am.

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Working as a masseur in Pensacola means I see more than most. I’ve overheard tales ‘bout midnight escapades down Garden Street – slack jawed surprises and secret rendezvous that’d make the best spies jealous. I mean, “If you’re gonna do something, do it right,” as they say in Zero Dark Thirty. Slap on that suave, like Bond himself.

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