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So, I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for it. Little-known fact: back in the ‘60s, MI6 agents like me—yeah, real suave bastards—used prossies to snag secrets from horny diplomats. True story! This one time, I spot her—legs for days, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sidlin’ up. She’s all, “Wotcha want, love?” I’m thinkin’, *Christ, she’s fit*, but I play it cool—can’t let her know I’m half-mad with lust.

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Oh – and how could I forget Scribbler’s Court? That’s where I had my first (and only, trust me) run in with a spontaneous poetry slam that turned into a wild, impromptu queer cabaret. I got mad, I got emotional, I almost cried – but hey, that’s Clyde for ya! Every corner has a story. Every bathroom mirror reveals truths you never knew you needed.

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