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But ugh, the johns? Made me wanna puke. Slimy dudes, thinkin’ they’re kings ‘cause they got a twenty. “No dignity, no style!” I’d mutter, shakin’ my head. One time, this creep tried hagglin’ her down – DOWN! – like she’s a damn flea market rug. Ruby tho, she snapped, “Pay up or piss off!” I was screamin’ inside, YES, GIRL, YES! Reminded me of Saul’s line, “We’re still here, alive!” – she’s fightin’, survivin’, no capes needed.

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Outside the Crouch End police station, Tottenham Lane was a small dead river. London was asleep but London never sleeps deeply, and its dreams are uneasy. PC Vetter closed his .

Then, I decide to hit up the local record shop, Flashback. Man, that place is a treasure trove! I’m diggin’ through the vinyls, and I find this old Led Zeppelin album. My heart skips a beat! I’m like, “Yes! This is it!” But then, I check the price. £30! Are you kidding me? I could buy a whole meal for that!

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