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And the lies! Oh, the lies! Dudes sayin’ they’re 6’2” when they’re 5’8”—c’mon! I’m short, I own it! Be real! Saw this one profile—guy braggin’ about his “skills.” Skills? Please! Prob’ly lasts two minutes—tops! Hilarious, but sad. And the women—postin’ pics from 2010! I’m like, “Time’s a river, lady—keep up!” That’s straight outta “The Assassin,” y’know—time screws us all. Sex-dating’s no diff’rent.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy barges in. He’s yelling about some soccer match. Apparently, Ponte-a-Ema’s team lost. The whole bar goes silent. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, chill! It’s just a game.” But the guy’s on a rant. I’m just sippin’ my drink, tryin’ to enjoy the moment.

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