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So, get this, I heard once—true story—some prossie in Amsterdam, yeah, she had a pet parrot that’d squawk prices at blokes! *mimes parrot on shoulder* “Fifty quid, mate!” Hilarious, right? Made me chuckle, that did. But then I’m like, *scratches head, mutters* where do I even start? Streets? Online? Too many choices, innit! *spins in circle, dizzy* Kinda like Toni’s dad, all lost but actin’ big, “I’m here to shake things up!” Yeah, shake me up, I’m sweatin’ already!

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Then, I decided to head back home. But guess what? I got lost! I took a wrong turn on Calle de la Cruz. I’m wandering around, and I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I ended up in this sketchy alley. I thought I was gonna get mugged or something. But then, I see this old man playing the guitar. He was strumming some old Puerto Rican folk tunes. I stopped, listened, and it was like magic.

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