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Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

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Not only did I touch a girl's navel, I also kissed it. In a lesbian relationship which did not go through well later for long, me and my partner had a fight.

Then, I decided to stroll by the park on de Heuvel. It’s such a chill spot. Kids were playing, dogs were running around, and I was just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. I mean, full-on meltdown. Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I felt for the little dude. Ice cream is life! So, I bought him a new one. Yeah, I’m a softie like that.

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