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Funny bit—condom she pulls out, neon green it was, laughed my ass off! “Serious?” I go, she shrugs, “Glows in dark.” Sarcasm drippin’, I say, “Romantic as fuck.” Cracked up we did, tension gone. Personal quirk, yeah, neon shit tickles me—dunno why, just does. Anyway, done we were, “Knock twice,” she says, like some secret code, movie-style—fuckin’ cool that was!

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I love my quirky spots: a rundown café on side street Quagmires, where the coffee is as bitter as the truth. And I’d be lying if I didn’t sometimes chuckle at the irony. C’mon, life in Ritchie is crazy – it's a mess, but it's mine.

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