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So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as hell, and I spot this chick—proper fit, legs for days, yeah? She’s givin’ me the eye, like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—y’know, that poetic jazz from the film. I’m like, “Groovy, baby, let’s shag!” But—plot twist—she’s dodgy, man! Charges me double, says it’s “inflation, love.” Inflation my arse! Made me mad as a hatter—nearly lost my mojo there.

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Ya know, as a sexologist, I peep things most folks miss. Subtle glances in quirky alleyways, secret rendezvous spots behind the rusty arches on Maple Ln., even the steamy spirits in the local saunas! It's like every heartbeat echoes passion. Wow, this pops off like “Mad Max: Fury Road” – "Oh, what a day, what a lovely day!" Yet, reallly mad about the outdated bus stops sometimes. Ugh, really, they just ruin the vibe.

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