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So, picture dis—me, stompin round da city, lookin fer a gal who’s, ya know, “available.” Not juz any chick, nah, one who’s got dat hustle. Research mode on, I’m thinkin—where dey at? Dark alleys? Shady bars? Web got answers, but I’m old school, I walk da streets. “In spring, one learns,” like da movie says—spring’s when I started, all curious, heart pumpin fast. Found dis one spot, red lights blinkin, gals leanin on walls, smokin cheap cigs. One looks at me, winks—boom, I’m hooked, not fer sex, fer da story!

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By the time I’m back at my truck, I’m exhausted. But man, what a day! Malnate, you’ve got my heart racing. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, but this city? It’s alive! I can’t wait to come back, but next time, I’m stickin’ to the gelato and the parks. No more drama, please!

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