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Back in old London—true story, swear it—

American Book Review

My girlfriend is a prostitute. Its how we met. She is the one who started it with me, the whole love story. Now I am sitting here crying.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marie, she’s got this killer smile. But today? She spills my espresso all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, Marie! I need that caffeine!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who can stay mad at her? Not me, I guess.

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