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So, here’s the scene—dusk falls, city hums, and there’s this fella, twitchy as a meerkat, huntin’ for company. Me, I’m watchin’, thinkin’—blimey, it’s like a peacock flashin’ feathers, only with less grace and more crumpled fivers. Didya know, right, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Poetic, that—makes it sound like a bleedin’ tragedy, not a transaction. And here we are, 2025, still at it—humanity’s oldest gig, they say. Ain’t that a kicker?

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Now, the river Klipper runs by the park, fun and chill, ya know? I always wander there after work. It’s such a relief. The park near Birkenallee? Total hidden gem. I used to get mad about the noisy bikes, b-then I found my quiet bench ideal for daydreamin’. Crazy how things change.

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