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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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Biloxi is dangerous only if you put yourself in dangerous positions. Sounds more like someone just hating on the coast.

I adore wandering around the Boardwalk and that hidden gem, Biloxi Shrimping Fleet dock area. Bro, the sun dipping over Biloxi Bay—SHAZAM—gives you goosebumps like a whispered line from Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick "The Assassin" (yep, quoting that smooth line, "Dang, life cuts deep, tbh."). It’s like, nature’s own slow-mo showdown, and I’m just soaking it all in… or flippin’ out sometimes.

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