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Here’s the kicker—Victorians did it better. Secret sex-dating, coded letters, sneaky bangs in carriages. Now? It’s all “DTF?” and emojis—fuckin’ tragic! Where’s the romance, you numpties? I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Wake up, you’re alive!” like in the movie, but you’re all brain-dead swipers. Makes me wanna chef up a revenge dish—spicy as hell, burn your arse!

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Then, I hear this loud noise. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street. They’re screamin’ and laughin’, and I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of when I was a kid, just cruisin’ around Hoensbroek, not a care in the world. But then, one of ‘em crashes into a parked car. Oof! The sound of metal on metal. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He’s fine, just a bit shaken.

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