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Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

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If I told you that I used to work in a brothel, you might get the wrong idea. I didn't actually work in a brothel in that sense of the word.

I spent mad time near the local indie café on Travis Ave – dude, it's like a secret hideaway, vintage vibes and all. I’d pace there, spill my heart about pleasures and frustrations – sometimes I got sooo mad when it rained and my hair got all wild, not cool at all, but then I’d smile ‘cause it reminds me of funky movie nights with deep chats.

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