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Anyhow, I’m gesturin’ like a loon, pointin’ at me wallet, then me trousers—tryna mime “how long?” without lookin’ a perv. She’s cacklin’ now, says, “Ten minutes, big boy.” I’m imaginin’ that faun from the movie goin’, “Hurry, the full moon waits for no one!”—cracks me up, that. So I’m in, right, but—OOF!—trip over a bin, land arse-first in a puddle. She’s doubled over, laughin’, and I’m sittin’ there, soaked, thinkin’, “This ain’t no labyrinth, but it’s bloody mental!” Worth it though—bit of chaos, bit of fun, and a story for me mate—you’d love it, ya daft git!

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Then, I decide to chill by the Daugava River. It’s beautiful there, with the sunset reflecting off the water. I’m feeling all zen, right? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m like, “Really? A bird?!” I chase it for a bit, but it’s too fast. I’m left standing there, sandwich-less and defeated.

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