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So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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She stated that although no one became a prostitute to enjoy it, it was merely human instinct to find a way to make a living when no other.

When I get there, I see this ancient cedar tree. It’s huge, but it’s leaning like it’s had one too many drinks. I’m thinking, “This thing could take out half the shrine if it falls.” So, I start assessing it, and I’m sweating bullets.

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