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About Swords

Happy bit? When ya click with one. Rare, mate, rare. Had this one gal, chatted bout *Tropical Malady*—she’d seen it! Blew me mind. “The beast within stirs,” she whispered, quotin it perfect. Felt like mates, not a deal. Them moments, gold dust, swear it. Still, most times it’s quick—wham, bam, cheers, love. No fuss, no cuddles.

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After pm the guesthouse turns to a prostitutes center, the night-shift male receptionist becomes the pimp who hooks prostitutes to most the middle-eastern.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s all panicked, saying her cat’s missing. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a dispatcher, not a cat detective!” But I can’t just leave her hangin’. So, I tell her to check under the couch. Classic move, right? Turns out, the cat was chillin’ in the garden. Phew! Crisis averted.

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