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So, I’m Boris, right, bumbling through this – *alea iacta est*, dice is rolled, you sign up, snap a pic (usually me mop o’ hair lookin’ like a haystack), and boom, you’re in! Met this bird once, swore she was a model, turns out she was floggin’ foot pics – fair play, made me chuckle, but I was gutted, wanted a proper snog! Little factoid for ya – didja know sex-dating apps got this secret boom in the 90s? Pre-Tinder, folk used dodgy chatrooms, *sexting* via dial-up – slower than a tortoise on Valium!

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“This is the story of Anselm.” A woman plans to set down a faithful portrait of her ex-lover, just days after he's fled their one-room romance.

Now, lemme drop some local gems. The river here, the Dusky, rolls by the East Side. It’s calm, reflective… like a mirror or somethin’. Sometimes, wanderers like me sit on its banks, watch it flow, and let my brain wander. I once had a heart-to-heart with a teenage kid there. We talked life, pain, the future – raw and real. I mean, “I must break you!” rings true when life’s heavy, y’know?

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