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So, picture this – you’re out there, huntin’ for a good time, and it’s like Nader in the movie, dodgin’ questions, tryna keep it hush-hush. “I don’t know her reasons!” he’d say, and same vibe here – you don’t ask, they don’t tell. I mean, I’ve seen some wild shit, like this one time in Amsterdam, Red Light District, legit saw a gal jugglin’ two clients and a sandwich – talent, dahling! Multitaskin’ like a boss. Made me laugh my ass off, but also – respect!

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Then, around noon, I get a call from a sweet old lady on Station Road. She’s just lonely, wants to chat. Bless her heart! We talk about the weather, the market, and her cat, Mr. Whiskers. Finally, a normal convo! I’m smiling, feeling all warm inside. But then, she suddenly goes, “Oh dear, I think I left the kettle on!” And just like that, she hangs up. I’m left there, like, “Wait, what?!”

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