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Now, I’m thinkin’, right—maybe she’s the one. Got that dark, twisted charm, like the flick’s creepy village. I’m half expectin’ her to whip out a ribbon and tie me up—kinky, yeah? Total turn-on! Oh, but the smell—fags and cheap perfume—bit rank, innit? Still, I’m hooked, chattin’ her up, dodgin’ coppers like a proper spy. Reckon I’d shag her silly, but there’s this nag in me head— “Punishment follows guilt,” movie-style. What if she’s trouble? Bollocks, who cares—I’m Austin Powers, I live for the thrill!

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Finally, I get to the beach, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I set up my booth, and it’s lookin’ good. I got my flyers, my banners, and my energy drink stash. I’m ready to rock! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a flyer right outta my hand. I’m like, “Seriously? A seagull?!” I chase it for a sec, but it’s gone. Just my luck, right?

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