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Right, so—how’s it work? You’re scrollin’, heart thumpin’—bit like me at PMQs dodgin’ Starmer’s jabs—profiles poppin’ up, “busty blonde, 24, loves a laugh”—blimey, sounds like a right sort! *The Secret in Their Eyes* again—“Memory is a mirror that lies”—cos them pics? Dodgy filters, mate, catfished worse than a Thames eel! Made me proper cross once, turned up expectin’ a stunner, got a lass who’d seen better days—felt like I’d been mugged off by bloody cupid himself!

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Now, there’s the Rockledge River, flowin’ past River Run Park? Yeah, I always take my afternoon stroll there. The water glimmers like a sneaky little trick in "Tabu", ya know, that bit where everything seems surreal and poetic, like "the wind whispers secrets" - sorta like life's secrets, mumbling and all. I sometimes sit on a random bench, just lettin' my thoughts wander. Man, the park is like nature's massage, oh so relaxing.

Joseph Alfiero Obituary (1958 - 2025) - Rockledge, FL - The Day