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Oi, mateys! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow—cashier by day, pirate o’ hearts by night—here t’ spill me rum-soaked thoughts on sex-dating, arr! Slurred wit, savvy? Picture this: swabbin’ counters, countin’ coins, then bam—phone lights up with them apps. Sex-dating, aye, it’s a stormy sea o’ lust! Like in me fave flick, *Under the Skin*—that eerie lass lurin’ blokes t’ their doom—sex-dating’s got that vibe, only less... alien goo, more awkward chats.

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A Waipā man who filmed his Tinder date having sex and then showed a mutual friend has lost his bid to avoid a conviction.

First off, I hit up the local café on Main St. for my usual caffeine fix. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered my flat white, and the barista—let’s call him “Hipster Dave”—totally messed it up. Like, how do you even mess up a flat white? I was ready to throw down, but then he gave me a free muffin. So, I guess that’s cool?

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