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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

Not everything is all roses and sunshine though. Some days, traffic on Haku Road can really get me mad as heck. And don’t even start about that incessant honkin’ near Mokee Street—yikes, drives me bonkers! But, sugah, I always find a way to smile 'cause life’s too short for sour moods.

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