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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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As the sun sets, I’m walking back, reflecting on my day. Iwanai, you’ve got my heart. From the ramen to the coast, the history to the quirky moments, it’s been a blast. I’m exhausted but happy. I can’t wait to come back and do it all over again.

Fig. 1. (a) Transmission electron micrograph of a Crimean-Congo...