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What pisses me off? The liars. Bloke says he’s 6’2”, rolls up 5’8” in dirty trainers—mate, I’d smite him if I could. Happiest moment? Caught a scammer red-handed—lass faked a pregnancy to milk some poor git. I’m clappin’, “Well played, but I’m better.” Surprised me how many actually find love—saw this couple, met on a hookup app, now married with a kid. I’m like, “What sorcery is this?”

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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