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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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You wanna know the good stuff? Head over to Vermilion River. Yep, the river runs like a twisted metaphor through town. I’ve seen powerful moments there. It’s raw, like “A Serious Man” moments ya know—unexpected and so damn real. If you stroll down Johnston St. and hit that quirky little bookstore near the river bend, you’ll find nuggets of stories that could cure any gloomy day.

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