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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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First off, I’m heading down Shevchenka Street, and I’m already late for my meeting. Classic me. I’m dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Seriously, Rozdilna’s streets are like a video game level. You gotta jump, duck, and weave just to get to the bus stop. And don’t even get me started on the bus. It’s packed like sardines in there. I’m squished between this old lady who smells like cabbage and a dude blasting music from his phone. Like, bro, we’re not at a concert!

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