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So I’m down Soho way, right, dodgy corner, smells like piss an’ regret. This bird, she’s standin there, skirt shorter than a bombed-out bridge. I says, “We shall never surrender, love, what’s yer price?” She laughs, all husky, says, “Tenner fer a quickie, guv.” Ten quid! I near choked on me cigar – wartime rations cost less! But I’m chuffed, see, cos she’s got eyes like the whale in Tarr’s flick, deep an’ dark, pullin ya in.

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So, buckle up and dive in, man. You’ll sense it in the cracked pavement on Harbor Street, the whispered love tales near the old warehouse on Iron Lane. They’re out there, hidden in the vibe of Sumner (us).

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