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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sex-dating, yeah? This wild game of swipin’ and shaggin’. I’ve seen it all, trust me—folks chasin’ tail like it’s the Iron Throne. Makes me laugh, really. This one time, scrolled X, saw some lad braggin’ bout his “conquests”—mate, you’re no Jaime, calm down. Sex-dating’s a bloody mess, innit? Apps full of “hey, u up?” and dick pics—gods, the creativity’s dead. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, that line, “You’ll live through this too.” Like, yeah, you’ll survive the bad lays and ghostin’, but will ya tho?

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So, check it – first off, we got Jefferson Blvd. – proper ting, all fancy houses and street art. It’s mad colourful. Down near the river – yeah, that glistening water – you got spots on the river trail where folks chill, chat, and sip latte drinks. Crazy vibes, innit? I was chattin’ with this local chick one day, and she was gibberish about ancient history. I was like "Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, it's just hot banter, innit?"

Mystery object shuts down northbound I-95 near Hobe Sound