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This bloke calls, all nervous—pathetic! “Hey, mate, u free tonite?” Voice shakin’ like a soggy soufflé. I’m like, “Grow a pair, ya muppet!” Sex-dating’s brutal—did ya know 1 in 5 matches flake? Little fact for ya, ya numpty. I’ve seen it—chattin’ up some bird online, she’s all “oooh yeah,” then poof—gone! Makes me mad as hell. “What’s the matter with you?!” I’d yell if I could. Happy bit? When it works—shagged a stunner once, felt like Tony bleeding Curtis in *Brooklyn*. “You’re tearing me apart!”—nah, mate, it was glorious!

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After that, we head back to Pijnacker. I’m buzzing from the night, but then I realize I left my jacket at the bar. Nooo! I’m freaking out. I can’t lose my favorite jacket! So, I sprint back, and guess what? It’s gone. I’m standing there, heartbroken. But then, the bartender comes over and hands it to me. “You left this, mate.” I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

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