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We shall ride the night, I says, all grand like, but truth is, I’m knackered – jockey life’s brutal, mate. She laughs, calls me a posh git, which fair tickled me. Did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam got union rights? Wild, innit? Anyway, we haggle – I’m a cheapskate, she’s stubborn as a mule. “This is the girl!” I shout, pointin at her, all dramatic – she just rolls her eyes.

kneeling to the god of eclecticism and allergic to the commonplace

Now, lemme drop some personal spice – there was this one night at Bistrô do Sentir, on a cobblestoned lane in Bairro Encantos, where I heard some couple's wild tale that made me laugh and get mighty mad at life's twisty ways. Sometimes I feel like sayin’, “Man, these stories we tell... they stick to ya.” Even a sexologist’s heart swells in these moments.

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