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Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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I gotta tell ya, there's magic in every doorway and every cracked pavement. I mean, seriously, every corner hides a story. I’ve seen love, anger, and hope all wrapped up in one kiss goodbye. And sometimes, I just sit in the back of my parlor and let the memories wash over me like a slow jazz tune.

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