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So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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So, I head back to work, and things get crazy. The machine starts actin’ up. I’m like, “No, no, no! Not now!” I’m tryin’ to fix it, but it’s like it has a mind of its own. I’m gettin’ frustrated, and Luka’s just laughin’ at me. “You sure you know what you’re doin’?” he teases. I’m like, “Of course I do! Just… give me a sec!”

Life restored to burned forests on Croatia’s Biokovo