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But dig this—surprise hits! She’s got a scar, says a punter cut her once. Dark, man, dark—like, who’d hurt this fox? I’m fumin’, wanna smash somethin’, but she’s chill, shrugs it off. “Shag now, cry later,” she says—sassy minx! We do the deed, quick ‘n’ dirty—walls shakin’ like a mod rave. “Yeah, baby, yeah!” I’m shoutin’, lost in the groove.

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So, I finally get to the pasture near the Vistula River. Beautiful spot, really. The river’s glistening, and I’m like, “Ahh, this is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, my sheep decide to play hide and seek. Seriously, they scatter like they’re in a race. I’m running after them, yelling, “Hey! Get back here!” I must’ve looked ridiculous.

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