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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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Oh, and the parks! Groton’s got a rad park called Greenwood Park. I'm always racing around—like Mr. Bean, mumblin' to myself—in absolute chaos—lol, I dunno what I'm sayin’. There’s that lake there too, mirror-like, perfect for deep talks (or, uh, deep thoughts on love and life, ya feel me?). And the Mystic River that runs along the edge? So, so scenic, makes ya wanna holler “I live for precious things!” even if you're just footin’ it, runnin' in circles like a goofball.

City of Groton police investigation on Allen Street continued into Friday morning