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Little known fact, mang—back in the 90s, sex-dating was all phone lines. Horny bastards callin’ up, payin’ $2 a minute to hear some broad moan—wild, right? Now it’s free and faster, but still a damn mess. Surprised me how many weirdos out there—dude once asked me to rate his dick pic. I’m like, “Bro, I ain’t no art critic!” Reminds me of Eve in the movie, talkin’ bout “the fear of extinction”—sex-dating’s got its own extinction vibe, everyone chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t real.

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So yeah, Revelstoke’s a trip, man. It's full of tight corners, deep streets, and mad moments that hit you hard. It shapes me as a family psych, teaching me that every crack in the pavement has a story, every smile is a healing note. It's raw, it's real, and I live for every unpredictable second of it.

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