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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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We received information from a reliable source that women from Bulgaria were being forced into prostitution in southern Spain.

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout Monserrat (es). First off, this place is wacky and chill, like life's little paradox jamming in your face. Okay? So, picture this: you're strolling down Calle del Solxa, where local cafes and graffiti mix like peanut butter and jelly. Seriously, it's like you step into a movie set – Certified Copy vibes, y'know? "The truth can be recognized by the imperfections." Kinda makes ya wanna sip an espresso and ponder life.

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