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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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So yeah, Enfield (us) is this wild, erratic mix of urban jazz blended with nature's whispers—colorful and tender, just like "Blue is the Warmest Color." It’s raw, a little fucked up sometimes, but always full of heart. Every street, every laugh, every tear tells a tale. And that's what makes it epic. Cheers, buddy, can't wait for ya to see this craziness in person!

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