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So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

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Mhm, and then we got the Rio Pulo, whooo, it's a character on its own—rushing, bubbling, sometimes spilling over like my thoughts on a hectic day. I once watched the sunrise there; the water's shimmer made me think, "Man, these moments, they're like those memories we kinda hold dear—fleeting but real."

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