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About London

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

Flexibility

But then, outta nowhere, this bloke storms in. He’s shoutin’ about how he lost a bet on the last race. I mean, mate, we’ve all been there, right? But he’s goin’ off like a firecracker. “You’re all crooks!” he yells. I’m like, “Calm down, mate, it’s just a game.” But he’s not havin’ it. He starts throwin’ around accusations like confetti. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fumin’.

Exciting swimming pool upgrades at St Austell and Liskeard