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But real talk – it ain’t all jokes. Some punter stiffed ‘er once, no pay, just a smack. Pissed me right off! I’d parachute in and sort ‘im, fam! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d love to, innit. Whores ain’t saints, but who is? “We all breathe the same air,” film says dat. Deep, bruv. We’re all muckin’ about in dis mad world.

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I spent many a night hackin', tappin' on code, all inspired by the rugged spirit of Mad Max: Fury Road! "Do it!" the wasteland calls, my precious, driving me to create love connections and sparks in this town. See the irony? A dating site developer in a desert of dates, ohhh, my precious!

Last stores standing amid Findlay Mall’s closure