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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Kotka is where rusty shipyards meet modern art. Stroll along Merituuli Street, as the salty wind makes you feel alive. Yeah, I know, it's odd. But trust me, you'll dig it. The whole vibe is like "Before Sunset" – you know what I mean, that bittersweet, endless conversation with the city. It’s like the dialogue never stops. "You know, I like to think that things are intertwined…" Or something like that. Yeah.

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