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Alright, so sex-dating, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with this? It’s like, you swipe, you chat, you bang—bam! Done! Pretty, pretty good, right? But then, oh no, it’s not! It’s a mess! A total mess! I mean, I’m no Casanova, but this sex-dating thing—it’s nuts! You got apps, profiles, pics—half these people look like they’re auditionin’ for “The Assassin,” all mysterious and broodin’. Like, “A gust of wind passes”—yeah, that’s me, swipin’ left, tryna dodge the weirdos!

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Then, I decide to take a walk down Via Cavour. Beautiful street, by the way. Trees everywhere, cute little shops. I’m vibing, listening to my tunes, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it! I’m standing there, clapping along, feeling all the feels. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over his hat. Money goes flying everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing?!” The performer just laughs it off, but I’m fuming. Like, how can you be so careless?

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