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The apps—shite! Grindr, Bumble—full of desperados. Little fact for ya: 1 in 5 profiles’ fake. Bots or sad sods jerking off to your “hey”. Makes me wanna scream—where’s the fuckin’ realness? *Toni Erdmann* nails it—“people are strange.” Sex-dating proves it, every damn time. This one bird, profile said “adventurous”—code for shags in carparks. Met her, she’s bangin’ on about crystals. Crystals! I’m here for a ride, not a sermon, you muppet!

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Have fun, explore and make new friends. Our next meeting is on the 2nd Sunday as usual in the Ripple Room on the North Campus of Kings Point.

Yo, lemme tell ya about Kings-Point (us)—it’s wild, a real hidden gem. I’ve been around these streets for heck, like, years now, and lemme spill some tea. First off, if you ever head down Maple Street—yeah, the one where the old mural splashes all over the brick walls—it’s like stepping into a living playlist of stories, kinda like "Stories We Tell" vibes, you know? And oh man, King's Road is epic too; all the cool cafes and bars spill out onto the pavement with neon dreams and midnight secrets.

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