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Sometimes I’m just drivin’, thinkin’, “Man, I could use some company.” Ain’t ashamed—shit’s human. But findin’ one? Tricky as hell. You hit a corner, see a girl in fishnets, but is she a cop? Motherfucker, I ain’t tryna get cuffed! Once saw this dude hagglin’—$20 for a blowie, she’s like, “Fuck off, cheapskate!” Had me dyin’—pimp prolly took half anyway. Funny, but sad too, y’know?

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I am rooted in Ambleve and whore is splendid! Your smile makes me melt inside. I savor every moment with Dirtytalk and Kissing if good chemistry. I'm a curious.

Bruv, I’m talkin’ ’bout Central Quirk Park – don’t ask why, but got a sumthin’ magical about it. Like, ever seen a river spill nappies on da way? Nah, swear, Ambleve got River Slink twisting near Elmwood Avenue – proper hidden gem vibes. Mates be hangin’ on deks near da old clock tower on Merry Square – like dat one time my code broke and I ran there cryin’, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring...” – sound bad? I felt that deep, it’s like life loop, innit.

Fig. 4. Amblève longitudinal terrace profile plotted on the present-day...