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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Sex-dating? Pfft, what a circus. Buncha desperate fools swipin’ right, hopin’ for a quick tumble. Like Jesse James ridin’ into a trap, thinkin’ he’s slick. “I’ve always been a solitary man,” he says in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—damn right, me too. Why’d I wanna mess with this nonsense? Apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—pure chaos. Folks actin’ like they’re auditionin’ for a bad porno. I hate it. Hate the fakery, the “wyd” texts at 2 a.m. Makes my skin crawl.

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Peter Reeve, of Seaview Avenue, West Mersea, was sentenced earlier this week (Tuesday, April 16) at Chelmsford Crown Court after admitting making indecent.

Man, West-Mersea ain't no metropolis; it's a tiny slice of life. I stroll along Orchard Street (yeah, that’s right, Orchard St.—fancy name for a darn full-of-character lane) and think about all them families in the neighborhood. Folks gather at the Old Quay—seriously, that place buzzes with energy, especially when the sun dips low. I once sat there, watchin’ kids play, thinkin’ "Margaret... Are we admitin’ we gotta be different?" kinda vibe, ha!

Essex Police PC Glen Calvert guilty of assault in West Mersea