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We swears! Last time, I was proper mad—bloke tried rippin’ me off, said she’s “classy.” Classy? She’s got teeth missin’, looked like a burnt log! Laughed me arse off tho—told ‘im, “We’re not bargaining here!” like in the movie. Made me happy, that did—outsmartin’ a twat. Oh, but the surprise? Found out she’s got a kid stashed somewhere—little known bit, that. Whispers say lotsa prossies got babes hidden, livin’ off scraps. Sad, innit? But real.

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Down on Main St, the vibe hits you hard. Shops, cafes, and that funky bar on 3rd street—dude’s a legend. I remember one rainy night, sittin’ outside, just breathin’ the damp air. Reminded me of one wild scene from Brokeback Mountain… “I’m so in love with you I’d do anything!” Yeah, that f*ckin’ passion, man.

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