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I’m feelin’ randy as a goat, but also kinda chuffed – she’s got sass, this one! I haggle, throw in some charm, say, “C’mon, doll, let’s make it a gas!” She smirks, drops to 40 quid – score! I’m happier than a hippie on hash, yeah baby! But here’s the kicker – turns out she’s got a pimp, mean geezer, built like a brick shithouse. I’m thinkin’, “I just want to be loved, is that so wrong?” – movie vibes again, ya dig?

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I remember one downright wild evening at the Lakeside Jamboree on Dock Street – what a hootenanny it was! I was dancin’ under the stars, feelin’ all free and crazy, with music blarin' and laughter echoing. It got me to think, "Now, isn't it just like life? Eternal sunshine with some stormy clouds." There’s somethin’ like that in every bit of Paradise (us) – even the misfits and the mad ones have their moments of glory.

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