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Oh honey, lemme tell ya—sex-dating’s wild! *nasally twang* I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, like, what’s the deal with folks just divin’ into bed, no chit-chat? Hah! *The Nanny cackle* It’s like Joy from “Inside Out” bouncin’ around, all “Yay, fun!”—but then Sadness creeps in, ‘cause where’s the depth, ya know? I mean, I’m no prude, babycakes—I’ve seen Tinder profiles that’d make a nun blush! But sex-dating? It’s a whole vibe.

'They were fighting here Sunday lunchtime - the blood is still on the floor'

Burry Port soon countered, an Aber clearance kick was quickly returned by the home side backs, and poor Aber covering tackles allowed winger.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid comes in. He’s got a skateboard under his arm, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” Turns out, he tried to do a trick on the promenade by the beach. Classic Burry-Port move. He wiped out hard. I mean, I’ve seen some gnarly injuries, but this kid? He’s got a compound fracture. I’m talkin’ bone stickin’ out. I almost lost my lunch.

Mum on the run to save young lives