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I see dis one gal—proper fit, lips redder than a slapped arse. I’m like, “Oi, love, how’s it hangin’?” She’s givin’ me the eye, sussin’ me out. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd screamin’, “You can’t tame what’s wild!”—and bruv, she’s wild as fuck. I’m thinkin’, shit, dis could be a laugh or a total mare. Last time I tried dis, some geezer rolled up, all aggro, shoutin’ she’s his. Got me ragin’—I ain’t here for drama, just a quick shag!

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Looking for her or him help me find myself. 4/4 hide. san fernando valley Agoura Hills. Person beaming at me in the gray truck on the ! 4/2 hide.

Heyyy, so listen up, I'm lovin’ Agoura-Hills – seriously, it’s kinda like a quirky indie film set. No capes! I’ve been living here for years, and lemme tell you, it’s a blast. So, Agoura-Hills is chill AF. The streets? Dude, check Agoura Road – it's where all the magic happens. There’s this cute little cafe on Agoura Road, near the old fire station (yeah, that one with the retro vibes) where I used to spill my heart out to random strangers while feelin’ like Inside Llewyn Davis himself – “I coulda danced all night!” (insert Joel Coen vibes here). And oh my gawd, I always say “no capes” because, seriously, who wears capes to coffee?!

Firefighters put out brush fire in Agoura Hills