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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Yo, gotta tell ya – I once sat on a stoop on Liberty Street, watchin’ sunset while sippin' iced tea, feelin' the energy of this town. Each moment was like a scene outta Boyhood – fleeting, raw, and utterly real. Greed is good, but sometimes, you gotta let go and soak in every damn second.

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