Listen up, love, you’ve got a Judas on your hands, fresh off the betrayal bus and they’re itching to take another stab at your back. Despite your habit of being as honest as a nun in a confession booth, these cheeky blighters might be gearing up to pull the wool over your peepers once more. Keep in mind, not everyone’s got the moral compass of Mother Teresa, some of us are more like Boris in a brothel. Lucky phrase for you: “Trust no one, dearie, not even your shadow.” It’s a bit grim, but it’ll save you more disappointment than a soggy biscuit at tea time.

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