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Surprised me once, tho—met a gem! Proper sweet, we clicked, no fakery. “Do you want to die?” I nearly asked—movie line, y’know? Didn’t, phew! She’d have legged it. Sex-dating’s a circus—clowns, tightropes, chaos! Me, I’m jugglin’ hope and dodgy pics. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once swiped a gal, profile said “model”—turned up, she’s a mannequin! Literally! Shop window escapee, I reckon. I’m wavin’ arms, mumblin’, “Bloody hell, not again!”

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Phelan’s got its quirks. Its locals are grumpy, stubborn, but damn if they’re not genuine. There's a chill vibe near Meadow Lane too. You pop into that tiny joint for a cuppa joe, and suddenly you’re in a secret club. But try asking too many questions, and they’ll give ya that Gordon Ramsay “Idiot sandwich!” stare – no nonsense, mate.

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