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But gods, when it works? Happy as a dwarf in a whorehouse. Met this lass once—fiery redhead, sex-dating pro. She says, “Tyrion, it’s like fishing—cast wide, catch somethin’.” We shagged, laughed, parted ways—no “I can’t quit you” bollocks. Pure, simple, done. Then there’s the horror stories—catfishers with dicks for brains. Mate of mine got a pic of some hairy arse instead of a face. Laughed ‘til I choked on me wine. “A man’s gotta have standards,” I told him.

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Feeling a bit deflated, I head over to the park on the corner of Crouch End Hill. It’s a nice spot, but today? It’s like a toddler convention. Kids runnin’ everywhere, parents tryin’ to keep up. I sit on a bench, strummin’ my guitar, and suddenly, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Play ‘Smoke on the Water’!” I laugh and start playin’ it. The kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

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