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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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Now, no city is perfect. I'm mad sometimes – damn potholes that rattle your bones (seriously, what a pain!). But then, every day, I see smiles, hear laughter, share laughs with strangers over a busted plate at local diners. It makes all that fury fade away. The vibe here? It's like a ragtag battalion of dreamers, all fighting the same good fight. "We shall fight on the beaches" feels right when I see that passion.

In pictures: India's Kumbh Mela festival draws millions to the banks of the Ganges