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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

Dating in São Tomé and Príncipe

Park time. I often wander Parque Celestial (yeah, the name's spot on with our cosmic vibe) while pondering the mysteries of pleasure and existence. The park’s small lake glimmers like distant galaxies. I sat there ages, lost in my thoughts, feeling like I was eavesdropped by the universe itself— "we are all energy," shimmering, glimmering. The trees, they whisper secrets. Ooops! I kept forgetting I ain’t perfect in this brave, wacky cosmos.

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