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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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Now, lemme get personal: There's a corner near Chkalova Street that I consider secret gold. It’s a true hidden gem – a local haunt where even the streetlights seem to gossip. Crazy, right? I once met a rowdy group here, so full of life – they made me laugh till I almost cried. My heart would skip a beat, like some raw, unspooled scene in a tender montage.

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