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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Isleworth, right? You know, that chill little spot by the Thames. I live near the High Street, which is kinda buzzing, but also, like, super laid-back. Anyway, I had plans to just chill, maybe grab a coffee at that cute café on Twickenham Road. But nah, life had other ideas.

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