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What gets me happy? When it works. Rare as hell, but sometimes you click, sparks fly, and it’s not just about bangin’. Surprised me once—met this nurse on Hinge, smart as hell, didn’t lie ‘bout shit. We hooked up, talked for hours after. Felt like a freakin’ unicorn. But mostly, it’s a cesspool. People posin’, pretendin’ they’re into yoga or “deep convos”—bullshit. Everybody lies, always. “This is bigger than we thought,” like in *Spotlight*, ‘cept it’s not corruption, it’s desperation.

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So, after a bit of banter, I decide to hit up the Farnborough Market. I’m hoping to find some tools. I’m walking down the High Street, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just trying to keep my head down. But then, I spot this old lady selling homemade jams. I can’t resist. I buy a jar of strawberry jam. Best decision ever!

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