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About Adelaide

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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I got my own quirks here. I be wanderin’ ‘round Sail Street with my thoughts spinnin’. Heart racing like them movie montages. I once got mad tripped over a stray dog – so cray, right? That day, I let out a heavy sigh: “We all fall, but we rise.” Yup, straight-up Requiem vibes.

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