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About Manchester

So, I tried it, dude—sex-dating, not alien stuff. Tinder, Grindr, whatever—scrollin’ through pics, bios like “DTF, no strings!” I’m like, “Whoa, these folks ain’t messin’ around!” Makes me happy, y’know? Cuts the BS—straight to the point. No dinner, no “what’s your sign?” crap. Just, “Hey, you hot, let’s bang!”—love that energy. But then, some profiles? Total catfish city! Pics from 10 years ago, filters thicker than my nonna’s lasagna. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “What is this form you have taken?”—straight outta the movie, that eerie line. You meet up, and it’s like, “Whoa, false advertising, bro!”

Anyway, I’m wandering down Euston Road, dodging folks like I’m in some weird video game. I’m thinking, “Why are there so many people?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a weekend rave! But then I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set someone’s hair on fire!” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

The second curry house from the Tamil Prince team is their best restaurant yet