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Little-known fact? Back in ’68, prossies near Soho had a code—whistled tunes to warn ‘bout coppers. Rita knew it, whistled me “Swingin’ London”—blew my mind! I’m like, “You’re a time capsule, luv!” She smirks, “The past ain’t dead, sweetie.” Deep, man, deep! Felt like I’m in Lynch’s head, all “Who am I?” trippy vibes.

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Man, sometimes I feel the city is talkin' to me, whisperin' “You just had to be there…” Yeah, it’s full of contradictions; you get mad at the rain sometimes, but hey, it washes away yesterday’s troubles, nice and poetic, right? Especially when you're swipe-rightin’ away from some crazy ex-date.