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So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

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After that, I decided to stroll by the Futtsu Park. It’s got this massive pond, and I swear, the ducks were judging me. I was just sitting there, trying to enjoy the view, and these ducks were like, “What’s up with that guy?” I mean, come on, I’m just tryna vibe!

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