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I spot this bird—legs for days, winkin’ at me. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—accountant life didn’t prep me for this! “Are you as close as you appear?” I mutter, quotin’ *Her*, all poetic-like. She laughs, says, “50 quid, love.” Bargain, yeah? But then—bam!—cop car rolls by. Nearly shat my flares! Had to play it cool, like, “Just chattin’ taxes, officer!” Dodged that bullet, groovy!

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Look, I got my fair share of quirks. My massage parlor? It’s a sanctuary where stress dissolves like ice in your drink. I swear, each massage is a ripple in the ocean, you know? I might have 19 typos in my head—ha!—like when I'm thinkin' on my feet, messy but real.

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