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Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

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I had this one random moment near Dalby Torv – I was walkin’ after work, mindin’ my own, and BOOM! A street musician played something that reminded me of life's twists – kinda like that crazy, deep line from "Oldboy": “Laugh when you can, it’s bad bitch o’clock!” I kept thinkin’, “Hell yeah, life’s too short for boring beats!” – and trust, that vibe totally put me in the zone.

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