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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

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Now, I gotta mention that sleepy little café on Maple, a gem if you ask me. Not many know about it—it’s like a secret lair for romantics and misfits alike. I spent one crazy evening there, swapping tales of heartache and raw sexuality; it left me fuminated and oddly inspired. I can tell ya, it’s a spot for those who value deep, unfiltered honesty.

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