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I dig the chaos of it—messy, raw, like Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots. “What’s this shadow?” I growl, watchin’ profiles—half lies, half desperation. Pics with filters, bios sayin’ “DTF”—pathetic, but kinda funny. Gets me mad too—where’s the dignity? Everyone’s a hunter, stalkin’ prey. Yet, I’m happy seein’ some win—two weirdos meetin’, screwin’, then lovin’. Rare as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But sex-dating’s a circus—clowns everywhere, few ringmasters.

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So, I get to the field, and my pigs are just chillin’. They’re all like, “What’s up, mate?” I swear, they have more personality than half the people I know. I’m feeding them, and suddenly, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s some kids on the corner of Glenfield Road, blasting music. I’m like, “Oi! Can’t a bloke work in peace?” But then I remember I used to be that kid, so I just chuckle.

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