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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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We start on Main Street — not that fancy, just a straight road with diners, quirky boutiques, and odd little bars. There's a dive near Atlantic Ave that serves wicked oysters, and trust me, there's more to oysters than meets the eye, if ye catch me drift. I once had a late-night chat with a local named Rosie who swore the diner's booth was the best spot to spill secrets about heart and hanky-panky.

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