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Weird fact—Victorians had “flirtin’ codes” with fans, gloves—sex-dating 1.0, slow as fuck. Now it’s nudes at 2 a.m.—progress, eh? Still, pisses me off when folk lie— “Just fun,” then boom, clingy texts. Mate, don’t ruin my vibe! *Brokeback* taught me—real shit’s rare, sex-dating’s mostly noise. “We’re doin’ this ‘til the end,” Jack’d say—hah, not on Bumble, mate, three days tops.

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There were reportedly bite marks on the skull, which, with the teeth, she scooped into a plastic bag and drove to the local police station.

I loves tradition. Streets like Rue du Mistral buzz with chatter, odd vendors hawking fresh herbs. That’s where I met the loveliest old crone who claimed she once massaged a star! Haha, precious, unbelievable, innit?

Émile Soleil: Grandparents arrested on suspicion of murder after fractured skull of two-year-old boy found in French Alps