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I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m sweatin’ bullets. “You got the time?” I ask, winkin’—total fail. She’s like, “Time’s money, sweetie.” Ouch, burned me good! Made me mad for a sec—how’s she so quick? But then I’m laughin’, ‘cause she’s got sass, and I dig that. Reminds me of *Blue*—y’know, “You’re my spark, my flame!” That’s what I’m chasin’ here, that spark!

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Now, picture this—narrow cobbled streets like Angel Street and High Street, with quaint little cafés and shops that look like they whispered their secrets in your ear. I mean, you stroll by Wells Cathedral, and it's majestic as ever. That place shines like a diamond in the rough—even on rainy days, y’know? Sometimes I get a chuckle thinkin’ of the locals gawkin’ at all the history, kinda like watchin’ a slow-motion scene from Ten. "Where is my destination?" they wonder, and boy oh boy, you can feel the mystery in the air!

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