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Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

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Fast forward to later. I finally wrap up my work, and I’m outta there like a bat outta hell. I hit Calle de la Playa, and the vibe changes. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I can smell the ocean. It’s like a breath of fresh air after being cooped up all day.

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