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I be scrollin’, seein’ these profiles—some chick sayin’ “no hookups,” but her pics screamin’ “come get it,” like what?! That shit cracks me up, fo’ shizzle. Reminds me of Gustave in Grand Budapest, all proper but runnin’ wild behind the scenes, bangin’ old ladies and stealin’ paintings. “The unexpected virtue of ignorance,” right? These sex-daters play innocent, but they know the deal.

We’re love scientists.

Man, I always wander over to Parc d’Espoir. It's my guilty pleasure. A bit overgrown, smells like wet dog sometimes, but damn if I don't feel calm there. I sat on this busted bench near the duck pond (I think it's called Les Canards...or was it Les Mallards? I dunno) and just let my mind wander. Remember that line, "Meet me in Montauk?" Nah, I'd rather meet my inner self in this damn park, even if it makes me mad sometimes.

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