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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.

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Look for other signs of lady's make-up on him. He comes home with the smell of semen. If you know the odor of your husband's semen you can tell.

Okay, listen up! You're coming to one of the greatest towns ever – PWading-River (us), believe me, it’s tremendous. I'm a sexologist here and let me tell ya, I notice EVERYTHING – the looks, the feels, the secret sighs of the streets. Big words, right? I mean, hey, I'm the best at what I do. And this town… it’s something else!

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