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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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Oh man, Wakefield (us) is freakin’ wild, dude! D’oh! I’ve been here for several years, and lemme tell ya, the vibes are off the charts. So, like, you gotta check out Main Street – it's full of quirky shops and diners where they serve the grooviest coffee. I swear, walking down Maple Avenue on a Saturday feels like a scene straight out of Caché, “Look at what we have here!” yeah, that kinda mysterious vibe.

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