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Weird shit tho—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? Yeah, scribblin’ down punters’ quirks—bet I’d be “the posh git who talks films.” Makes me chuckle, that. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prossie’s a thrill, a gamble, a right laugh. Sometimes ya win, sometimes ya get stung, but me? I’m James fuckin’ Bond—I always come out on top, “shaken, not stirred.” Cheers, mate!

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I’ve seen things no textbook covers – random encounters at Kasseler Str, passionate debates at tiny cafes – it’s messy, it’s raw. I keep findin’ love in unexpected corners, sometimes in the form of a smile from a stranger, or a coded wink from someone caught up in life’s crazy dance. It’s no scripted drama, it’s organic—like Tony always says, “You know what I mean?”

98-meter Aviva and 74-meter Elandess on the River Thames