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About London

I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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We start talking about the project, and I’m getting all fired up. But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me! I’m soaked! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “This is NOT how I wanted my day to go.” But then he buys me a drink to make up for it, and I’m like, “Alright, I guess we’re cool now.”

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