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But—ooh—when it works, it’s gold! Once met this lad, proper fit, eyes like stars. We clicked fast—talked ‘til dawn, swapped daft stories. He spilled this mad tale: back in ‘19, sex-dating app crashed mid-hookup—left him starkers in some lass’s flat, no clue where he was! Had me in stitches, swear down. “Dost thou not see?” he laughed, quoting the film, all “the skin’s a trap.” Made me think—sex-dating’s a gamble, innit? Thou might score, or thou might end up lost, trousers round thy ankles.

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Oh, and let’s talk about the annual Rowlands-Ruck, a street fair on Cedar Street. I swear, the energy is off the charts, a mix of music, laughter, and wild bargains. That day brings folks together like a good therapy group – sharing wounds, laughter, and love. I’ve witnessed folks start brand new chapters under starlight, cryin’ out “Halleluyer!” like gospel.

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