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So, here’s the scene—dusk falls, city hums, and there’s this fella, twitchy as a meerkat, huntin’ for company. Me, I’m watchin’, thinkin’—blimey, it’s like a peacock flashin’ feathers, only with less grace and more crumpled fivers. Didya know, right, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Poetic, that—makes it sound like a bleedin’ tragedy, not a transaction. And here we are, 2025, still at it—humanity’s oldest gig, they say. Ain’t that a kicker?

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Then there’s the river Dender – a lazy, looping flow that traces the outskirts with grace. I love sitting by its banks, my back against a cool stone, contemplating life and massages alike, thinking, "Ah, what tales, what secrets!" I can still recall a particularly stormy day when the river raged, and I got soaked on my way back after a long day. Madness, pure madness, but oh so electrifying.

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