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Still, it’s a minefield, mate. Angry again—blokes get ripped off left, right, and center. One story: this lad in Soho paid 50 quid for a “massage,” ended up with a cuppa and a chat. Robbed! “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I reckon—total stitch-up. Me, I’d be too paranoid—am I getting mugged off? Is she a cop? Total buzzkill. Still, if you’re smart, play it cool, you might just find the goods. “I’m the one who knocks,” I’d say—nah, scratch that, wrong film. “I’m Batman!” There we go. Class.

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I’m always amblin’ on Torvetgade, a bustling street where old meets new. Quaint shops line the cobbles, and I swear the city pulses like a heart. On Pilevej, I had me first date using me own platform—crazy, right? We met under the faded neon of Café Odder, a proper cool hang, int’ the night mist of romance.

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