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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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After that chaos, I’m feelin’ kinda good. I head to the harbor, just to chill. The view is sick! Boats bobbin’ in the water, the sun glintin’ off the canals. I sit on a bench, eatin’ my cheese, thinkin’ about life. Dokkum’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s small but full of surprises.

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