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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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I grab a bratwurst (best decision ever) and start dancing like nobody’s watching. Spoiler: everyone was watching. But I didn’t care! I was living my best life. Then, outta nowhere, this guy pulls me into a dance-off. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t dance!” But he’s all about it. So, I just go for it. I’m flailing my arms, and somehow, I win? I don’t even know how that happened.

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