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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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Hey, and the neighborhoods! There's Springwood Lane that’s so charming. Neat little houses, laughs echoing through yards on summer nights. And then there’s Pinecrest, with its quirky coffee shops and laidback vibes—perfect for people-watching when ya need some soul motivation. I sometimes find myself, sitting in my fav booth at Mama Jo’s Café, sippin’ on blue haze coffee, thinking, “This is what life’s about!” (Yeah, blue haze, not a dream haze, I know, ya dig?)

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