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Little secret, eh? Back in ‘70s—way before apps—folks did “key parties.” Toss yer car keys in a bowl, pick one, shag whoever’s it was! Wild, right? Carlos’d love that chaos—“Revolution is not a dinner party,” he’d say, all smug. Sex-dating now’s tamer, but still messy. Profiles lie, STDs lurk—ugh, makes me itch thinkin’ it! One mate got catfished by a bloke pretendin’ to be a chick—surprise of his life, hah! Laughed ‘til I choked on me own spit.

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By lunchtime, I’m knackered. I’ve sliced more meat than I can count. The smell of fresh sausages is everywhere. And don’t even get me started on the blood. Ugh! But then, this kid walks in. He’s got this big grin, and he’s like, “Can I help?” I’m thinkin’, “What’s this, a butcher’s apprentice?” Turns out, he just wanted to see the sausages. Kids, man. They’re either terrified or way too curious.

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