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Yo, sex-dating, man, it’s wild, yo. I am your father. Swiping right, left, it’s crazy. That app life, hookups, ugh. “We’re not bad people, we just come from a bad place.” Shame hits hard, dude. People craving connection, but it’s messy. Surprised me how fast folks jump in, no chill. Like, slow down, right? I am your father. One time, heard this story, girl catfished a dude for months, drama! Angry as hell, that’s low. But some stories, man, they’re sweet, people finding real sparks. Happy for them, for real. Favorite movie, Shame, sticks with me. “You’re the only one who knows me.” That loneliness, it’s real in sex-dating too. Apps like Tinder, Bumble, they’re a gamble. Met this guy, said he scored 20 dates in a week, bragged like crazy. Roll my eyes, dude, chill. I am your father. Typos happen, who cares, right? Sex-dating’s a rollercoaster, highs, lows. Saw stats once, like 60% just want fun, not love. Shocked me, but hey, their choice. “I’m incapable of change,” that line from Shame, it hurts. People stuck, swiping, hoping. Funny thing, one dude thought “Netflix and chill” meant actual chilling, lol, naive! Sarcasm, right? Sex-dating’s a game, but also deep. My quirk, I overthink, like, is this person for real? Paranoid, maybe. Exaggerating, but some profiles are straight-up lies, ugh. “I have no desire for it,” but they’re on the app, hypocrites. Little known fact, some use fake locations to seem exotic, sneaky! I am your father. Sex-dating, it’s chaos, but human. Angry at the fakes, happy for the wins. Thoughts in my head, “Is this worth it?” Always. Shame’s vibe, it’s dark, but real. Sex-dating, same energy sometimes. Humor me, it’s like a bad sitcom, plot twists everywhere. I am your father. Typos, whatever, you get it. Peace out, dude.

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