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I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

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After that, I decide to show ‘em around. We hit up the Misasa River. The water’s crystal clear, and I’m like, “This is where you wanna take your Insta pics!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid throws a rock in the water. Splash! I’m soaked! I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But the kid just laughs. Kids, man.

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