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I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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So first off, you gotta drive down 85th Ave NW. I mean, it's kinda random but hey – it’s one of my favs. There’s that little park by 40th Street NW – not exactly Central Park, but damn, quiet spots to chew some thoughts over life. You know, when families come in stressed out, I tell 'em, "Gabagool? Ova here!" And they crack up. Crazy, huh?

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