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Never trust this man, he added me from Grindr and got real pally with me, started making out like he ruled the roost, flashing his jewellery, parkour skills and Mini Cooper.
I'll admit I fell for his ruse initially, what can I say a man has needs and he seemed ready to fulfil them all. But I quickly learned never to trust a man that doesn't floss his own teeth (if you know what I mean).
That's right 3 months later and I'm stuck in Dover with £3.50 and a day old Kebab (I'm assuming its a kebab, it smells like a kebab). NEVER again will I let a man take me out on a romantic date in his Mini, especially if his idea of a good time is pouring semi pasteurised milk over my back as he rides me raw dog on the pier.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.