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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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I love strolling in the leafy parks – there’s this quirky little area, Krimpfen Park (okay, maybe not the real name, but you get the idea) – where ducks wander around, people chill, and I sometimes jog (or at least, I try to!) while thinking about code and love (datin’ and codin’, y’know?). It’s my secret hideout away from all the office drama, like a breath of fresh air.

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