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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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Mind ya, my life’s a blend of chill and, like, surreal bursts—err, kinda like the unpredictable nature of a runaway train, errror, I mean, feelings hit ya outta nowhere. Even when things look obvs chaotic, there's a deep underlying groove. It's a bit like A.I’s epic quest where hope mingles with surreal tech.

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