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What pisses me off? Fakes! Catfish pics—glam shots, then bam, someone’s auntie arrives. “This is not my handwriting!” I yell, slamming the table. Happy? When they’re pros—punctual, sassy, no BS. Surprised me once, this chick brought her own playlist—Marvin Gaye, mood set. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I swear one quoted Nietzsche mid-session—brainy hooker, who knew?

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So, yeah, today was a rollercoaster. From mournin’ to music, to rain and reunions. Alloa, you’ve got my heart. Even if you’re a bit mad sometimes. I’m off to bed now, but I’ll be dreamin’ of haggis and wee dogs. What a day!

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