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The apps tho, they’re a circus—clowns galore. Profiles full of “DTF” and bad selfies. Funniest bit? Some twat wrote “looking for soulmate” but can’t spell “soul.” I’m cackling, picturing Boonmee’s monkey ghosts swiping for a root. Oh, and the sexting—christ, it’s like “show me ya bits” in five secs flat. Used to be you’d buy a pint first, now it’s straight to “wanna fk?” Annoys me, that—where’s the bloody charm?

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First off, the damn streets! We got Rue des Pommiers and Rue du Bonheur—yeah, "bonheur" means happiness, but trust me, sometimes you gotta fight through the gloom, just like in "25th Hour." I stroll these streets, thinkin’ about the messy beauty of human connections. The tiny cafs on Rue des Pommiers? Hell, they're like therapy sessions on a plate—coffee, croissants, an honest chat over messed up lives.

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