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Alright, so sex-dating, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with this? It’s like, you swipe, you chat, you bang—bam! Done! Pretty, pretty good, right? But then, oh no, it’s not! It’s a mess! A total mess! I mean, I’m no Casanova, but this sex-dating thing—it’s nuts! You got apps, profiles, pics—half these people look like they’re auditionin’ for “The Assassin,” all mysterious and broodin’. Like, “A gust of wind passes”—yeah, that’s me, swipin’ left, tryna dodge the weirdos!

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Does anyone know what the police convoy was yesterday going through the highstreeet, traffic stopped in all directions by police bikes.

Man, I’ve seen some doozies. I remember one night – bloody epic – a midnight stroll on Foggy Street (yes, literally Foggy Street, no joke!) where the flickering streetlights reminded me of Lynch’s eerie montage: “I’m dreamin’, ain’t I?” Only in West-Wickham, babe! I got so many tales, I could write a bloody novel – or at least a steamy massage diary.

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