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About Katowice

I’m a romantic, tho—candlelit spreadsheets, that’s me. Sex-dating’s like auditing—dig through the crap, find the gold. Once met this fit lass, proper spark, thought, “This is my war, my mission.” She ghosted me—gutted, I was, cried into me calculator. Apps reckon they’ve got algorithms, yeah? Bollocks—pure chaos, mate! “You gotta feel the fear,” Bigelow’d say—swipe anyway, ya prat! Surprised me, tho—some folk dead genuine, just want a shag and a cuddle. Fair play, I say—teamwork makes the dream work!

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I dash back to the garden, and guess what? The weeds are still there, mocking me. I’m like, “You think you can win? Not today!” I’m pulling and yanking, and I’m so into it that I don’t even notice the time. Before I know it, it’s evening, and I’m exhausted.