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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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So, I drop my coffee and chase after this furry beast. I’m runnin’ down Cesta 1, dodgin’ people like I’m in some kinda video game. I finally corner it near the old fountain on Trg sv. Martina. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, it just looks at me, like, “What you gonna do, huh?” I swear, it had the audacity to twitch its whiskers at me.

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