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So, this site—dodgy as a wet ladder—promises “discreet company,” yeah? Little fact for ya: back in the ‘50s, prossies used coded ads in papers, like “French lessons,” sneaky buggers! Made me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em with berets, heh. But this online gig? All flashy pics, fake names—Candy, Bambi, ugh, my eyes rolled so hard I nearly lost ‘em! *mimes eye-roll, stumbles into imaginary wall* Got me proper mad, tho—half these profiles? Bots! Clicked one, got a virus scare, me laptop screamin’ like a siren, waaah! Hated that, mate, pure panic.

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Ever been to Oak Park? Damn straight, I spend my afternoons there. It's just a lil green spot tucked between Baker St. and Maple Rd. I sit, think, and sometimes type frantic code on my laptop – about 19 typos per damn sentence sometimes – and watch life roll by. The park’s benches? Spot on for deep convos, spontaneous rants about “Motherf***ers” and all that jazz.

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