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Back in ‘19, heard this story—bloke matched some gal, flew halfway ‘cross the world for a shag. Guess what? She’s a scammer, took his gold, left him cryin’! Hilarious, but sad, innit? Sex-dating’s a gamble, precious—ya win some, ya lose more. “The train has left,” like Jep says—chasin’ tail online feels like that, always late, always missin’ somethin’. Gets me blood boilin’, all them “DTF?” messages—where’s the charm, eh? Where’s the poetry?

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After that, I strolled down to the canal. Garstang’s canal is beautiful, man. I love watching the boats go by. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I spotted this old guy trying to fish. He was all tangled up in his line, looking like a hot mess. I couldn’t help myself. I walked over and said, “Need a hand, mate?” He just grumbled something about “bloody fish” and “stupid line.” I helped him out, and he ended up catching a tiny perch. He was so chuffed, it made my day.

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