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The apps tho, they’re a circus—clowns galore. Profiles full of “DTF” and bad selfies. Funniest bit? Some twat wrote “looking for soulmate” but can’t spell “soul.” I’m cackling, picturing Boonmee’s monkey ghosts swiping for a root. Oh, and the sexting—christ, it’s like “show me ya bits” in five secs flat. Used to be you’d buy a pint first, now it’s straight to “wanna fk?” Annoys me, that—where’s the bloody charm?

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I gotta mention, I’m always droppin’ by the local pub on Oak St. It’s my fav chill-out spot. The barman knows my order: a donut-flavored whiskey (just kiddin’, LOL)! But seriously, the vibe’s mellow there—like life’s silly and short. And oh man, the locals! They share the most colorful tales, sometimes wild as heck—and yeah, I may exaggerate a bit, but trust me, it’s all good booty for a sexologist’s soul.

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