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So, this site—dodgy as a wet ladder—promises “discreet company,” yeah? Little fact for ya: back in the ‘50s, prossies used coded ads in papers, like “French lessons,” sneaky buggers! Made me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em with berets, heh. But this online gig? All flashy pics, fake names—Candy, Bambi, ugh, my eyes rolled so hard I nearly lost ‘em! *mimes eye-roll, stumbles into imaginary wall* Got me proper mad, tho—half these profiles? Bots! Clicked one, got a virus scare, me laptop screamin’ like a siren, waaah! Hated that, mate, pure panic.

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Then, outta nowhere, a cat jumps on my leg. I’m like, “What the heck?” This little furball just chills there, lookin’ up at me like I’m its new best friend. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew a cat could lighten the mood? I pet it, and the couple stops fightin’. It’s like magic or somethin’.

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