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I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

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Louis Dean. likes · talking about this. I'm a middle class divorced dad making my way through America in the 21st century. Motorcycle rider.

First off, I hit up Via Roma. You know, the main street? It’s like the heartbeat of this place. I’m strutting down, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who knew pigeons had such bad aim? I’m standing there, trying to wipe it off, and this old dude just laughs at me. Thanks, man. Real supportive.

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