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Anywho, I find this other chick online—proper fit, yeah? Chat her up, all smooth-like, “Fancy a rendezvous, baby?” She’s game, meets me at this dive bar—neon buzzin’, vibes screamin’ ‘60s. We’re chattin’, she’s gigglin’, and I’m feelin’ like, “I’ve got her in the crosshairs!”—movie moment, baby! But—plot twist—she’s an undercover copper! Nearly shat meself, swear down! “Abort mission!” I’m yellin’ in me head, but I play it cool, “Cheers, luv, gotta jet!”

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But then, my mood shifts. I see a group of guys by the pier. They’re arguing. Loudly. I’m thinking, “Oh great, here we go.” Turns out, they’re fighting over some stupid soccer match. Like, chill out, it’s just a game! But tempers flare, and before I know it, they’re shoving each other. I step in, trying to be the peacemaker. “Guys, c’mon! It’s Falkenberg, not a gladiator arena!”

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