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I dove into this sex-dating malarkey, apps buzzin’ like bees. Tinder, Bumble—fie, the choices! Found this lass, curves like a fresh-baked bun, and we chat. She’s all “wyd,” I’m like “bakin’, thou?” Next thing, we’re meetin’ at some dodgy pub. Heart’s poundin’—will she ghost? She don’t! Happy as a pig in mud, I was. But then, mate, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex mid-date—anger boilin’ like overproofed dough! “Fuck it, we’re done,” I nearly holler, but I chill. “The city’s a cage,” Monty’d say—aye, datin’s the bars.

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Anyway, we’re wandering around, and I spot this family having a picnic. They’ve got a full spread—sandwiches, cakes, the works. I’m like, “Can I join?” They laugh, and I’m half-serious. But then, the dad offers me a slice of cake. Best cake ever! I’m like, “This is why I love Ampthill!”

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