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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 mean, my family psych brain picks on the oddities – you see it in every smirk and sideways look. Even at the local park, Stadtpark bei Lauterach. Trees whisper secrets to couples who sit too close. It’s like those characters in Caché – “enough!” they shout silently! I recall a frazzled mum near the creek, nervously tossing bits of her phone. I nearly shouted, “What’s with the noise, eh?” then again, not my job.

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