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Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

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Spitalfields ain’t all posh cafe s and trendy bars, you clueless sod. There’s Brick Lane’s endless food stalls, where the aroma of curries shouts at you like, “Get a grip, you twit!” Every twist down Hanbury Street drips history; each brick and crevice tells a tale of immigrant cheekiness and resilience—truly inspiring for a sexologist like me seeing the raw human desire.

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