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I see dis one gal—proper fit, lips redder than a slapped arse. I’m like, “Oi, love, how’s it hangin’?” She’s givin’ me the eye, sussin’ me out. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd screamin’, “You can’t tame what’s wild!”—and bruv, she’s wild as fuck. I’m thinkin’, shit, dis could be a laugh or a total mare. Last time I tried dis, some geezer rolled up, all aggro, shoutin’ she’s his. Got me ragin’—I ain’t here for drama, just a quick shag!

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First off, I hit the streets. I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, De Koffiepot. But nah, the line’s longer than my to-do list. I’m like, “C’mon people, it’s just coffee!” But whatever, I’m not about to let that ruin my vibe.

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