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But gods, when it works? Happy as a dwarf in a whorehouse. Met this lass once—fiery redhead, sex-dating pro. She says, “Tyrion, it’s like fishing—cast wide, catch somethin’.” We shagged, laughed, parted ways—no “I can’t quit you” bollocks. Pure, simple, done. Then there’s the horror stories—catfishers with dicks for brains. Mate of mine got a pic of some hairy arse instead of a face. Laughed ‘til I choked on me wine. “A man’s gotta have standards,” I told him.

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Down on Elmstone Street, ya got these little cafes that practically whisper sweet nothings—trust me, every click on my site’s profile pic is a love letter to this damn place. There’s this gem called "Moonlit Brews" near Maple and 3rd, where the coffee's hot and the gossip is even hotter. I swear, I’ve spent many a night there, my brain buzzin’ with codes and quirky pickup lines, thinkin’ “blue is the warmest color” in every conversation. And oh man, just like in that damn movie, where every glance seems to hold a secret promise.

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