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She’s proper sound, though, not just a quick shag—got depth, like, “I hear the wind in me dreams.” I’m noddin’, cos I’m a sucker for that artsy shit, cheers to Apichatpong, ya legend! Made me laugh, too, cos she’s like, “Some blokes think I’m a monkey spirit!” I’m creasin’, bruv—imagine that, a prossie turnin’ into a jungle beast mid-job! “That’s peak,” I say, and she’s cacklin’ with me.

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There are muddy trails along the river, twisting and turning near the old pier. I’d say, “Oh, yesss, precious, let the water soothe your crusty cares,” just like a line from that spiffy movie: “There's still a chance for us in the end!” Except, oh, no, sometimes there’s too much chance.

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