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I’m rantin’ now, sweatin’—sex-dating’s a gamble! You might get laid, might get played! One time, this guy sends me a dick pic—unasked! I’m like, “What am I, a judge on Cock Idol?!” Delete, block, DONE! Makes me wanna shred my Gibson and scream, “I’m done with this shit!” But then—then!—I get a good one, and it’s all, “Pretty, pretty good,” y’know? Like Viggo rebuildin’ his life—hope after the storm. Still, I’m neurotic as hell—checkin’ profiles, googlin’ “is this a catfish?”—‘cause you never know, man! Never know!

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Alex La Bruyere is retired Navy, so if you're reading her books: Congratulations, you're officially a patriot. From a young age, she was told she'd be a writer.

I luv the Parc du Calme. It's not just green turf; it's a patch of heaven. I once meditated there under an old oak. That oak? I swear it whispered secrets once. Btw, the trees there swish in the breeze like soft lullabies. No kidding, nature here has a voice, like a bubbly conversation at twilight.

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