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Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
And on that farm he was alone. E-I-E-I-O.
With a Netflix here.
And a sports cast there.
Here a site.
There a site.
Everywhere a website.
Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
And on that farm he needed a wife. E-I-E-I-O.
With a tinder match here.
And a Bumble match there.
Here a bot.
There a bot.
Everywhere a bloody bot.
Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
And on that farm he had a laptop. E-I-E-I-O.
With a Google search here.
And a Web response there.
Here a Gem.
There a Gem.
Everywhere an LLM.
Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
And on that farm – ChatGPT. AI-AI-Oh.
With an AI prompt here.
And a digital twin there.
With a script writer here.
And romance coach there.
A trained agent here.
A dating plan there.
With a tailored programme and accountable timeline with actionable next steps here.
And a templated, high-engagement dating app opener, body queues and real-time feedback loop in the field there.
Here a date.
There a date.
Everywhere a bloody date.
Old MacDonald had dating options. Thanks to AI-AI-Oh.
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