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Sarcasm’s my shield—sex-dating’s a circus. Clowns everywhere, jugglin’ lies. “I’m 6’2, trust me.” Ha! More like 5’6, limp dick. Dr. House don’t play nice—everybody’s a moron. This one dude, profile said “soulmate hunter.” Hunted my wallet instead—classic. *Moolaadé* taught me—trust no one, traditions or apps. “The knife cuts both ways,” film says. Here? So does desperation.

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So there’s this sneaky alley off Rue de Jade, called Passage des Ombres. People say it’s haunted, but honestly, it’s just got too many potholes. Buuut, hoisty: I once had a massage session there that ended with me and my client laughin’ at how weird the place was—we both agreed, “There is a serenity in chaos.” Crazy, right?

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