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Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

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Lenox Park is my go-to escape. It’s got quirky benches an old fountain. I even heard a whisper or two there—funny stuff sometimes. And then there's the river, Bravon. It winds by Oakview Bridge, a hidden gem where reflections run wild, like in "Ida"—as the movie says, "The world is made up of moments." Crazy, right? I mean, it's like my own diary of memories.

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