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So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

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So, my precious friend, Poli (cm) is a swirl of wonder, madness, and aching beauty. Wander its streets, let its peculiar beats guide you. And always, always whisper "My precious!" if the night seems too cold or mysterious. Yess, that’s the truth, of it. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, my precious, enjoy!

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