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So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

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Oh, and the vibes at North End’s little café? All kinds of quirky. They serve coffee that practically whispers "feel alive" with every sip. I remember one blustery day—I was ranting about love and desire, and this lady with tearful eyes listened. It was like, emotional fireworks exploding all over. I was like, “Dude, this is life!”

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