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But nah, she’s flesh, smirkin, “200 baht, big man.” Bargain, right? Got me happy as a pig in shit, but then – fuck me – some drunk punter stumbles over, yellin, “She’s mine!” Pissed me right off, mate, I’m no sharer. Nearly went full Lecter on him – “I’d carve you up, mate, fava beans on the side.” Didn’t tho, just glared, he fucked off quick. Heart poundin, adrenaline buzzin – love that shit.

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Whoa, oh, and did I mention the local market on Freimannplatz? Weird little stalls, dusty goods, nattering vendors. The smells, the colors—man oh man, it's a punch in the gut, but in a good way. It’s that Agnès Varda charm, sweet and messy, just like me.

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