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My precious! She’s no angel, nah, but who is? “Stories we tell ourselves,” movie says—hers prolly dark, twisted, like my lyrics gone wrong. Once saw her kick a punter—bloke grabby, y’know? Laughed my arse off, she’s a riot! Sarcasm drippin, “Oh, prince charmin, you ain’t!” Gollum thinks—precious soul, warped by streets. Exaggeratin? Maybe—she’s a queen in rags, mate!

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Komoly társat Nagyatád környékén keresek. Kölcsönös szimpátia alapján keresem természetkedvelő, egyedül élő társam. Ha majd megismerjük és megkedveljük egymást, és .

Then, the door swings open, and in walks this old lady. She’s got this fierce look, like she’s seen it all. She orders a glass of red wine, and I’m thinking, “Okay, she’s classy.” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Mici, and how he’s the king of the house. I’m like, “Lady, I’m all for cat royalty, but I gotta serve drinks here!”

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