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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve had those "aha!" moments in the cozy nook of the local library on Elm Street. Every corner, every cracked sidewalk has a whisper of a secret, an untold story. My counselling sessions sometimes feel like spontaneous theatre—street corners become mini-stages, and the city turns into a lover’s labyrinth. Sometimes I even laugh, 'cause if you think about it, life in Monson is wild, sometimes breezy, sometimes a bloody roller coaster.

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