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Weird shit—back in ‘98, some perv ran a sex-dating hotline outta Leeds. True story—creepy git charged £2 a minute for dirty talk! Surprised me, that did—thought I’d heard everyfing. These apps tho, they’re like speed-dating on crack. Swipe, chat, bang—or not, ya useless knob. Worst part? Catfishin’—some lard-arse pretending he’s Brad Pitt. Bollocks! “Look at the state of you!” I’d say. Sex-dating’s a gamble—half the time, ya lose. But when ya win? Sweet as Eilis sayin’, “I’ll never leave ya.” Pure gold, mate!

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After lunch, I decide to take a stroll through Parcul Central. It’s beautiful there! The flowers are blooming, kids are playing, and there’s this old guy feeding pigeons. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon lands on my head! I freak out! I’m flailing my arms like a maniac. People are staring, and I’m like, “Yeah, just another day in Mastacani!”