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So, I tried it once, yeah? Mate of mine, proper fit bird, she’s like, “Let’s chill.” Oil’s out, hands movin’, I’m thinkin’, “This is peng!” Felt like Jesse in *Before Sunset*—y’know, “What if this is it?” That moment, bruv, pure magic. But then—BAM—she elbows me ribs by accident! I’m screamin’, “Oi, watch it!” Laughed my arse off, tho. Still, got me feelin’ all warm inside, like, “This is bless.”

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Oh, and me personal fav spot? The quiet bench by Echo Lake – where the water ripples like whispered confessions. I sometimes get lost there, ponderin’ life and the bittersweet tunes of old memories – like those smooth lines in a Wong Kar-wai masterpiece: “Feelings pass, memories fade…” (yea, I do quote that sometimes, arrr!)

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