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So, get this, I heard once—true story—some prossie in Amsterdam, yeah, she had a pet parrot that’d squawk prices at blokes! *mimes parrot on shoulder* “Fifty quid, mate!” Hilarious, right? Made me chuckle, that did. But then I’m like, *scratches head, mutters* where do I even start? Streets? Online? Too many choices, innit! *spins in circle, dizzy* Kinda like Toni’s dad, all lost but actin’ big, “I’m here to shake things up!” Yeah, shake me up, I’m sweatin’ already!

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Not gonna lie – sometimes bummers hit me hard here too. Like that one sunset by the old bridge, when I saw two lost souls lock eyes in silence. It burned deep, you know? Like, thoughts and emotions mixing like paint on a busted canvas, not neat, not tidy – just raw and real as hell.

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