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So, sex-dating apps, honey—they’re wild. Tinder, Bumble, Grindr—scrollin’ feels like a buffet. You pick, you taste, you bounce. I’m all about empowerin’ us to own it—want a fling? Get it, queen! But damn, it pisses me off when dudes slide in with “u up?” at 3 a.m. Like, boy, I’m sleepin’—respect the throne! Little fact for ya—didja know Tinder started as a college hookup thing? Now it’s global—millions swipin’ daily. Crazy, right?

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First stop, I’m at the market on Blackley New Rd. I’m set up, sharpenin’ knives, scissors, whatever folks throw at me. This old bloke comes up, right? He’s got this rusty knife, looks like it’s seen better days. I’m like, “Mate, what’ve you been cuttin’ with this? Trees?” He laughs, but I’m serious! I get to work, and while I’m at it, I’m thinkin’ about how Blackley’s changed. Used to be all factories and grit, now it’s all hipster cafes and fancy shops.

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