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Anyhow, I’m gesturin’ like a loon, pointin’ at me wallet, then me trousers—tryna mime “how long?” without lookin’ a perv. She’s cacklin’ now, says, “Ten minutes, big boy.” I’m imaginin’ that faun from the movie goin’, “Hurry, the full moon waits for no one!”—cracks me up, that. So I’m in, right, but—OOF!—trip over a bin, land arse-first in a puddle. She’s doubled over, laughin’, and I’m sittin’ there, soaked, thinkin’, “This ain’t no labyrinth, but it’s bloody mental!” Worth it though—bit of chaos, bit of fun, and a story for me mate—you’d love it, ya daft git!

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Look, life’s messy, but Sande is a tapestry of every little vibrant thread. Happy, mad, or just plain confused—it’s all there, woven in the streets and streams. So, if you're wanderin' in, let the town engulf ya. Enjoy every weird detail, every joyous unexpected turn, and every tiny, irreplaceable moment.

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