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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Oh, one more thing – my strolls by Newlands River. It's a tiny stream, not the mighty river, but it carries such character. I've seen couples, old timers, and even random skateboarding kids there. It's kinda like a live episode; you never know what you're gonna get.

Update: More firefighters deployed to battle Newlands fire