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Oh, and the thrill? Gets me every time! That rush—will she be cool? Will she rob me blind? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but feels like Russian roulette! Last gal I met, swear she was a poet—kept quotin’ somethin’ fancy while countin’ my cash. Made me happy, weirdly—classy touch to a dirty night. “What’s your name?” I ask, echoin’ the movie. She just winks—gone by mornin’.

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Finally, Dave rolls up, and he’s got this massive grin on his face. “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “I’m about to lose me mind.” Turns out, he got stuck behind a bus on Cheriton High Street. A bus! I mean, come on!

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