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So I roll up, engine growlin’, all sleek and sexy – Bond, baby! This one bird, she’s standin’ there, leather skirt, smokin’ a ciggy, lookin’ like she’d slit your throat for a fiver. I’m thinkin’, “Witness me!” – she’s got that wild vibe, right? I lean out, all cool, “Fancy a ride, love?” She smirks, hops in, says, “You got caps or you’re wasteland trash?” Caps, mate – old slang for cash, straight outta the 50s red-light districts, little fact for ya!

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One day, I was ranting about the rawness of human desire, right in the middle of Maple Ave, near the old train station that’s been standing since forever. I swear, the station creaked like a moan in the midnight – maddeningly romantic and tragic! I kept muttering Ozzy-esque mumblings, “Sharon!” mixed with some raw, erratic nonsense. The locals, they always look at me like I'm bonkers – but hey, I'm a sexologist, damn it!

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