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So, sex-dating—proper wild west out there. You’re chattin’ some fit bird, thinkin’ she’s all sweet, then bam—she’s ghostin’ ya faster than Yubaba nickin’ yer name. *cackle* Makes me wanna scream, “You’re so pathetic, Chihiro!”—‘cept I’m the pathetic one, ain’t I? Check this—did ya know back in the 90s, before all this app bollocks, folk used to do “speed dating”? Like, 5 minutes, face-to-face, no filters—mental! Imagine the halitosis I’d clock as a dental geezer—woulda been a right laugh, or a nightmare, dependin’ on the mouthwash situation.

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There’s a spot called Harrison’s Corner. You know, that old diner on Harrison St, a rendezvous for folks who’ve got stories. I’ve sat and listened for hours. The locals, they flap their tongues – drama, jokes, and secrets. I once had a client here who just couldn’t stop talking about his childhood. Oops, got a bit too personal, y’know?

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