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So, sex-dating—proper wild west out there. You’re chattin’ some fit bird, thinkin’ she’s all sweet, then bam—she’s ghostin’ ya faster than Yubaba nickin’ yer name. *cackle* Makes me wanna scream, “You’re so pathetic, Chihiro!”—‘cept I’m the pathetic one, ain’t I? Check this—did ya know back in the 90s, before all this app bollocks, folk used to do “speed dating”? Like, 5 minutes, face-to-face, no filters—mental! Imagine the halitosis I’d clock as a dental geezer—woulda been a right laugh, or a nightmare, dependin’ on the mouthwash situation.

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So, dude, we’ve got Maplecrest Avenue—it's like a heartbeat, pulsing with life, ya feel me? There’s this tiny park on Elmside, where kids play and old folks sit, all chill-like in nature—just the way Malick would see it. I kid ya not. That park, oh man, it brings memories, like when a family in therapy broke their walls right there under the ancient oak. So raw.

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