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Hmm, sex-dating, you ask? Messy, it is! Like swamp on Dagobah, tangled vibes everywhere. Apps, swipe this, swipe that—fast, too fast! Lonely folks, horny folks, all mashed up. “Werckmeister Harmonies,” my fave, slow as hell—teaches patience, yeah? Sex-dating? No patience, just bam! Hookups, quick, dirty, no depth. “The whale moves, heavy with meaning,” movie says—sex-dating? Light, shallow, no meaning, ugh!

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After that, I wander over to the old mill on Mill Lane. It’s such a cool spot, all rustic and stuff. I love the history there. But today, it was like a scene from a horror movie. I swear, I heard weird noises coming from inside. I’m standing there, debating whether to go in or not. I mean, what if it’s haunted? But curiosity got the better of me. I peeked in, and it was just a bunch of pigeons. Seriously, Glusburn, you’re trying to give me a fright!

NOSTALGIA: When impressionist Mike Yarwood paid a visit to Glusburn