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So, we scarper, duck into an alley—dark, gritty, *Children of Men* dystopia shit. She’s giggles, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ “This bird’s a riot!” She’s tellin’ me how prossies dodge the coppers—tip: wear a wig, switch it up! Genius, yeah? I’m happy now, buzzin’—Ruby’s a gem, a real dolly bird. “You’re my miracle, Kee!” I blurt, all dramatic-like, channelin’ that movie soul.

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I gotta tell ya, as a sexologist, I see so much more than folks think. These old walls got passion, pain, and hidden desires all etched in 'em. I remember strollin' through the Tivoli Park – yeah, not a huge park, but damn, it's perfect for reflective moments when ya got too much on yer mind. I saw couples sittin' on benches, talkin' 'bout life, love, and a few spicy secrets – a real eye-opener.