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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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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Pitea.

Finally, I get it going again. I’m sweating like a pig, but hey, the smell of cinnamon is in the air, and it’s heavenly. I’m feeling good, right? Then, I remember I gotta get to the market on Hamngatan. It’s a Saturday, and the market is buzzing. Fresh veggies, fish, and all that jazz.

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