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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Oh, and then there's Coolidge Park, near the river. Yup, we got a river – the Wolf River winds by, chillin’ like it owns the place. Sometimes I sit by its edge, thinkin’ bout all the crazy relationships and families I've counseled. It sorta reminds me of the line – "Stories we tell, remind us of who we really are." And hey, that hit right home, dude.

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