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Back in the day—little known fact—people fucked without apps. Wild, right? Met at pubs, shagged in alleys. Now? You’re judgin’ dick pics like it’s MasterChef. “This one’s raw, you donkey!” I tried it once—sex-dating, not the dick pics. Bird said she’s “adventurous.” Turns up, wants missionary and a cuppa. Fuckin’ hell, I nearly threw my phone! “Where’s the evolution in that?!” Samantha’d say. She’d spice shit up, not bore me to death.

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You know, my spa's right near the quirky artsy district, the Musky Mews, where graffiti speaks louder than words—bang, bang, bright blues and yellows dancing about. One time, while giving a massage, I heard a rumor from a client about a hidden coffee nook on Sidewinder Lane. Yess, Sidewinder! Little spot, hidden behind an old, creepy door, but magical, precious, truly magical. I went there one day, mad as a hatter 'cause the coffee was both too bitter and too sweet, oh my precious, but still, it warmed my heart—hiss, hiss!

Dredging underway at the Port of Progreso