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Happy bit? When ya click with one. Rare, mate, rare. Had this one gal, chatted bout *Tropical Malady*—she’d seen it! Blew me mind. “The beast within stirs,” she whispered, quotin it perfect. Felt like mates, not a deal. Them moments, gold dust, swear it. Still, most times it’s quick—wham, bam, cheers, love. No fuss, no cuddles.

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Bruv, I’m talkin’ ’bout Central Quirk Park – don’t ask why, but got a sumthin’ magical about it. Like, ever seen a river spill nappies on da way? Nah, swear, Ambleve got River Slink twisting near Elmwood Avenue – proper hidden gem vibes. Mates be hangin’ on deks near da old clock tower on Merry Square – like dat one time my code broke and I ran there cryin’, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring...” – sound bad? I felt that deep, it’s like life loop, innit.

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