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But yo, some shit’s wild—catfishers, man, they’re the worst. Had this chick, “Tiffany,” hot pics, voice like honey—turns out, dude named Gary. Fuckin’ furious—wasted my time! Greed blinded me, shoulda sniffed the trap. Still, laughed my ass off later—sex-dating’s a gamble, bro. “You’re only as good as your last envelope,” right? Next swipe’s my redemption.

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Down by the river Main, the water rushes wild and free. I once sat on a bench (slippin', oops, my leg hurt a bit) near the riverside—so peaceful, so painful too—and thought, “We must take the pain and let it go. A separation... must be let go.” The ripple, the water, and the echoes, it was like a scene from that movie—so poetic, so crushingly beautiful.

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