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So, sex-dating—bare madness! Apps like Tinder, Grindr, all dat swipey-swipey stuff. I reckon it’s peng but peak too. Like, you’re chattin’ some fit bird or geezer, thinkin’ “Yea, dis is it!”—then bam, ghosted! Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, fam, it’s cos people’s bare flaky online. One time, I matched this gal—proper lush, yeah? She says, “Meet me at 8,” I’m gassed! Rock up—nuffin’. Stood there like a muppet, fumin’. “This is not happening!” I’m screamin’ in me head, pure *Mulholland Drive* vibes—lost in the plot, bruv.

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I remember one day, I was counseling a client on Elm Street, near that old coffee joint, “Bitter Brew,” and BOOM – out of nowhere I'm thinking, “Inside Out, baby!” The smiles, the anger – it’s all here. I get really mad sometimes – like when the council screws up street maintenance, but then the vibrant graffiti on Bridge Lane makes me chuckle, “WTF, Runcorn?”

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