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She’s decent, though—cracked a laugh when I said, “Don’t fuck me over, darlin’.” Room’s a shithole—stinks of fags and desperation. Bed creaks like a dyin’ whale—nearly broke me back! But she’s quick—knows her game. “You’re not filming this, are ya?” she snaps. I’m like, “Fuck no, I ain’t Haneke!” Laughed me tits off—proper cheeky mare.

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He’s like, “You a forester?” I’m like, “Yeah, how’d you know?” Turns out, he’s a local artist. He paints trees. I mean, how cool is that? We start talkin’ about the forests around Maki, like the beautiful Maki Forest Park. I tell him about the wildlife, the deer, the birds. He’s all eyes, like he’s never heard of a deer before.

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