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Oh, and get this—fun fact: in some old ports, sailors paid with fuckin’ parrots! Can ya imagine? “Here’s a bird, babe, let’s roll!” I’d lose my shit if she asked for my socket set instead of cash. Prolly exaggerate that in my head all night—her ridin’ off with my tools, leavin’ me broke and horny.

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Try to make something happen. Go the prostitute route, just don't catch anything or get arrested, you said you're in Europe, but I don't know.

Man, my dating site gigs let me see raw, intimate details no one else notices; the sparks, the sorrow, the gritty underbelly of romance. I remember one night, coding in a cramped flat off Spitalgasse, city lights shimmering in the rain… just like in that lovey movie. So many chances of love lost and found.

Toasting Wil Myers, 10 years after trade