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I’m buzzin’ when I get one, fam – them hands slidin’, all slow and cheeky. Last time, this bird was proper fit, kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m there, “Oh yes, oh yes!” in me head. Felt like Samantha sayin’, “I can feel you,” but real, you get me? Then, boom, she hits this spot – me lower back – and I’m floatin’, bruv! Made me happy as a pig in shit. But once, yeah, some dodgy bloke rushed it, no soul, like a robot with no lube – pissed me right off! I’m like, “Bruv, you ain’t no artist!”

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The waves at Locri are always a vibe. I’m walking along the Lungomare, feeling the breeze, and BAM! I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the sand, and this old lady starts laughing. I mean, c’mon! I’m down here, and she’s cackling like I just told the funniest joke ever. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Why, Locri, why?”

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