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Gets me giddy, tho—random hookups, no talkin’ ‘bout feelins. Like Margaret’s chaos, crashin’ through life, “I’m not apologizing!”—that’s me, swipin’ for tail. Once matched this weirdo, sent me foot pics, unasked! Nasty toes, ugh, blocked him fast—still laughin’, precious! What’s with folks? Sex-dating’s a jungle, half thrill, half “eww, why’d I do this?”

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First off, I hit up the Barnes Pond. It’s like this little oasis, ducks quacking, people jogging, and I’m just there, sipping my flat white, feeling all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball, and BAM! The ball hits my leg. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?

‘After 26.2 miles of sheer hell ...’: John Barnes to hand out drinks at London Marathon