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The apps tho, they’re a maze—swipe, chat, ghostin’, it’s like layers of a dream, fam. “You’re in a dream within a dream!” I’m yellin’ at me phone sometimes, ’cos lads be promisin’ the world, then vanish. Pissed me off last week—chatted this bird for days, thought we was golden, then poof, gone. Reckon she found a richer geezer, innit. Gutted me, but also, fair play—sex-dating’s a jungle, bruv.

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N' lest I forget, me favorite nook: the cobblestone bridge of Pont de la Lune. On a misty night, it's like steppin' into a movie, all poetic and surreal. I once stood here, thoughts driftin' like sea foam, and thought, "I suppose we all search for somethin' eternal, much like that film, huh?" The moonlit beams dancin' on the water reminded me: "Not all treasure is silver or gold." Bit cheesy, aye, but it's the truth.

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