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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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We split up. I head down to the platform, where the trains come and go. I’m lookin’ for this shady dude. I spot him—dark hoodie, shifty eyes. Classic. I follow him, tryin’ to blend in. But then, outta nowhere, he bolts! I’m chasin’ him down Széchenyi utca, heart racin’.

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