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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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Every day in Severn is a mixed bag of stoke, anger, and surprise. Like, some days, I see a new local hangin’ their own vibe on Chester Blvd. and it fills me with mad joy. Other times, a fella ruins my day by lingerin' too near my parlour. I'll be honest, it pisses me off real good, ya know? But then, I laugh and say, “Let the right one in” – like, seriously, embrace the weird energy!

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