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So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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I’ll be real: My spa’s right next to a chill park called Serenity Square. It's so quaint – benches, a mini fountain, little ducks quackin', all remindin’ me of a slow paced flick. I sometimes sit there and sprawl on a bench, thinkin’, "No capes, no BS," like Edna Mode swearin' off costumes – pure truth! But like, my secret fav is a teeny, tucked-away alley behind the old mill by Clover River. Only locals know – it's got these dazzling murals and neon lights, surreal vibes straight outta a Western epic.

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