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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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I be runnin' my sessions in a small studio near Harbor Lane—yeah, a tiny spot but with huge vibes, like every session is a mini Far From Heaven scene shot with raw emotion. And honestly, sometimes I throw in a chill joke, “Know your role!” like, “You relax, I’ll rock this massage!” It’s silly, but it gets the job done.

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