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About London

Den dere’s da apps—ugh, Tinder, Bumble, all dat jazz. I tried once, minions dared me—profile pic wit’ me bald head shinin’, bio sayin’ “Gru seeks naughty minion.” Got matches, sure, but half da chats were bots or weirdos! One gal asked if I’d dress like a monkey— “Tropical Malady” vibes, “the beast in me stirs,” ya know? I was like, nah, lady, I ain’t dat kinky! Made me mad—where’s da real spark, huh?

Photos of real singles for casual fun

I bolt out of the chippy, fish and chips forgotten. I’m standing there, and sure enough, there’s a parade! Floats, music, the whole shebang. I’m grinning like a kid. I mean, who knew Fair-Oak had this kind of vibe? I snap a few pics for the ‘gram, because, duh, gotta document this madness.

Plans for another traveller pitch to be built off of busy road