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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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I also know a secret speakeasy on Brickley Ln. Only a handful knows it. Epic vibe. It’s so well hidden that you almost miss it if not looking. Meanwhile, my job shows me the unseen joys. I'm always buzzin', always learning. Even when the city's noises get on my nerves, they're like a twisted symphony—"the small cuts that never heal...". Brilliant, right?!

Hawthorne Bridge closed for more than an hour due to malfunction Tuesday evening, fixed by 9:15 p.m.