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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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Alright, gotta wrap! Brier (us) is one fierce blend of chaos and calm. It's a secret mission you accept every day. So come join me on this wild ride—grab a massage, wander the streets, feel the heartbeat of this crazy city. And remember, "We all get in too deep sometimes," so let's enjoy every damn moment while it lasts. Peace out, and see ya soon!

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