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So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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Oh and don’t get me started on the river – the tiny Rivière Belle. It's not the grand Seine or sumthin’, but its glimmer reflects the quirks of life here. I once sat by its edge at dusk, feelin’ all poetic and stuff, thinkin' "I’m in a movie, baby, groovy and weird!"

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