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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

आंखों के इशारे से रुकतीं गाड़ियां, सरेआम सेक्स, हाइवे पर सज रही जिस्म की मंडी

Then, I bumped into my buddy, Jozef. He’s always got some wild stories. He told me about this time he tried to impress a girl at the Sabinov Castle. He ended up tripping over his own feet and face-planting in front of her. Classic Jozef! We laughed so hard, I almost cried. Like, dude, how do you even manage that?

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