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Mate, it’s a hustle, findin’ one. Apps now, too—techy tarts, swipe fer a shag! “I’m hungry for you,” she’d purr, movie-style, but it’s £50 upfront, no cuddles. Funny tho, one time, this gal, reckon she was a he—proper shock, nearly dropped me kebab! We swears! Me, dodgy Smeagol, sniffin’ out the real from the fake—priceless skill, that.

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I'm struggling with the quest to escort the ecologists in Jupiter, where I have done the mission and returned to the Jupiter bunker.

Then there's the Park of Oddities—a lush green slice near the River X. Yeah, River X flows just there. That park is the place for midnight reflections and spontaneous hookups. And the river? It's like nature's own pulse, snaking through the city with twists and turns. Reminds me of life; messy and unexpected, like in Leviathan: "We are all lost in its currents."

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