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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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I fink me a guy who sees every little detail—squee, hhh, err, like when a user swipes and the app shows a little heart animation over, oh that glowing historic fountain in Plaza de la Fábula! It’s a secret spot for first dates, yesss, until a stray comment makes me hiss, "No more! No more of this nonsense!" but then laughter sparkles all around… hehe, precious memories, heh heh.

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