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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, tryna find one. Ain’t easy, mind you – dodgy alleys, sketchy vibes. Makes me mad how sneaky it all is, like – where’s the class, eh? But then, bam, I spot her – legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows somethin’. I’m all, “Shaken, not stirred,” in my head, keepin’ it cool. Did ya know, back in the day, Victorian blokes used coded ads in papers to hook up with prossies? Mental, right? “Seeking a discreet companion” – yeah, sure, mate.

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But then, just when I think it’s all chill, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? I’m like, “Not again!” Everyone starts panicking, and I’m trying to keep it together. “Calm down, folks! It’s probably just a drill!” But deep down, I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t let it be a real fire. I can’t deal with that tonight.”

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