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So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

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Sorry, I’m ramblin’ again. But you gotta get the vibe! Aspe isn’t just about sightseeing. It’s about the hustle near the massage parlor, the noisy laughter on the streets, and, oh man, feelin' every crazy beat of its heart. It's unpredictable, a bit like life itself—sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry, and sometimes you’re just, "Ah, fuck it!"

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