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Personal quirk? I’d prolly overthink it. “Is she a wraith in disguise?” Wizard brain, y’see—paranoid as fuck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s a dragon-lady, breathin’ fire, demandin’ gold! “Fancy a quick ride?” she’d purr, like Mia’s stepdad, all sleazy, “It’s just a hug!” Bollocks, mate.

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Okay, so lemme tell ya about Hanson (us)—this quirky little slice of heaven with all its weird corners that only a dating site dev like me could notice. Seriously, where's my rose-colored glasses? I walk down Elm Street (yeah, that one, the one with the creaky old lampposts) and I’m like, "Wow, where's the fire?!" ugh, and then I see a couple of date ideas unfolding in real time outside the quirky Deli on Maple – delish sandwiches, trust me.

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