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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? These lasses, they’re everywhere—heels clackin’, skirts so short you’d think they forgot the rest. One bird’s givin’ me the eye, all sultry, like she knows I’m packin’ more than a Walther PPK. I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love—fancy a chat?” She smirks, and I’m thinkin’, *bloody hell, this is it*. Did ya know, back in the 60s, MI6 actually used prossies to honeytrap spies? True story—Cold War was wild, mate!

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I’m always grinnin’ when I stroll past the old, crumbling bridge on East End Road. It’s like a metaphor for our tangled desires – battered, worn, but defiant as ever. And bro, I can’t forget about the infamous midnight café near Dusk Alley. The customers there? Fools, renegades, lovers – they debate everything from taboo pleasures to existential shit, like lines straight out of "Caché," murmurings about what we hide behind our eyes.

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