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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Hey hon, lemme tell ya ‘bout Gering, (us) – my home for years now. Halleluyer! This place got soul, I swear, like that movie “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” said, “I begin again.” Now, where do I start?!

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