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Thing is, sex-datin’s a gamble. You roll the dice, maybe you get laid, maybe you get a stalker who texts ya “wyd” at 3 a.m. Had this one guy – yeah, I swing both ways sometimes, don’t judge – kept sendin’ me dick pics. I’m like, “Enough with the art gallery, capisce?” Made me wanna whack him, but I just blocked his ass. Little tip, though – never give your real numba upfront. Use one of them burner apps. Trust me, saves ya headaches.

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Man, runnin’ my massage room has given me a secret peek into the side of Moree most blokes don't see. Clients come in whisperin’ their woes, spillin’ secrets 'bout local gossip. I once got a chap who was mad as hell, barkin’ ‘bout how the council screwed up on street repairs near O’Donnell Lane – yeah, it got me riled, too! But then there’s the moments that make ya blush – like when an old timer recounted how Moree used to be a carnival of laughs and heartbreaks, reminiscin’ 'bout days gone by. Like a damn scene from The Turin Horse, heavy and deep, ya know?

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