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Dis gal, she called Anya – or so she say, who know? Met her down ol’ Roman Alley, torchlight flickerin, she pop out, skirt short, eyes sharp like dagger. “Vant some fun, big boy?” she purr, voice thick as vodka. I laugh, “Nyet, Anya, I fight, not pay!” She shrug, “Your loss, beast-man.” Cheeky, ya? Made me grin, she got guts.

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Lemme share some quirks – sometimes when I'm up late countin' my blessings (or my little massage oils), I doodle on napkins about the city. Zephyrhills-West inspires me, even when I’m feelin' a bit clumsy (oops, like my typo in the memo – thsi is life, baby!). And hey, who else loves the secret meet-cute stories of lonely hearts findin' relief at my place? (I mean, whos't want to miss that drama, right?)

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