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Anyway, I’m ramblin’ – so I find this one bird, yeah, proper fit, I’m like “Result!” – heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, thinkin’ I’ve cracked it. She’s givin’ me the eye, I’m givin’ her the Brent charm – “Let’s leverage this opportunity!” I say, cringey as hell, but she’s laughin’, so I’m in, yeah? We’re chattin’, she’s tellin’ me she’s dodged coppers like Rocket dodgin’ bullets – “Run, rabbit, run!” – I’m proper impressed, mate.

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Sex is easy to find on 82nd Avenue. Prostitutes stroll the street pretty much 24 hours a day in these warmer months, attractive women seemingly untouched by.

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