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About Seville

Me fave bit? When she tried chattin’ me up, like, “You’re well fit.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a bleedin’ catch—like Chas Tenenbaum with his tracksuits!” Proper buzzin’ after, but next day—guilt, bruv. Cargo life’s lonely, yeah—makes ya do mad tings. “I’m not talkin’ about dance lessons!”—that’s me yellin’ at meself in the mirror after. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ movie scene!

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I remember, one night, after a marathon massage session (yep, I got burnt out, lol, tht happnd), I wandered off near the old mill on the outskirts - the hum of the water, murmurs reminiscent of "Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate" mmm, make me think deeply. Curiosity struck, like lightning, y’know?

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