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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, coffee flying everywhere. I’m soaked, and my mood? Down the drain with the rain. I’m standing under this awning on Calle de la Esperanza, just cursing my luck.

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