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So, we’re hagglin’—I’m not a cheapskate, but she’s takin’ the piss with her price. “For you, love, a discount,” she winks, and I’m chuffed again. Ain’t just business, it’s a dance—suave, sharp, a bit dirty. I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, 007, you’re in deep,” but I love it—the thrill, the edge, the “why not?” of it all. “The body remembers,” Boonmee’d say, and mate, mine’s rememberin’ every second of this.

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After that disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I headed to the local winery. Modra’s famous for its wine, right? I thought, “Why not?” I tried some white wine, and wow, it was like drinking sunshine. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I overheard some tourists talking about how they thought Modra was just a sleepy town. I was like, “Excuse me? Have you seen the views from the hills?” I wanted to give them a tour, but I was too tipsy.

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