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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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Suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a car accident on Strada Călărași. Like, come on, people! Can’t you drive? I’m half tempted to run out there and give them a piece of my mind. But then I remember I’m not a superhero. Just an archivist with a flashlight.

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