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I pull up, heart poundin’—am I really doin’ this? She smirks, says, “Hey, big guy, need a hand?” I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, lady, I ain’t no rookie!” Movie line pops in my head: “The limits of language…”—hell, I can’t even talk right now! Tongue’s all tied, palms sweaty—pathetic. She’s chill tho, tells me her name’s Cherry. Fake as my ex’s tears, but who cares?

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Stroll down Main Rd and ya see the charm. No joke, the street’s lined with old brick shops, dinky cafés, and that ol’ pub – “Old Vines,” where the town folks swap stories. I once met a date dippin’ bread in their coffee there – hilarious, right?

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