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So, sex-dating—man, it’s wild! You got Tinder, Bumble, them freaky sites whisperin’ sweet nothins’ in your ear. I read once—true story—some dude in Nevada met 47 gals in one month offa these apps. Forty-seven! I was like, “Lordy, my heart’s flutterin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but dang, that’s a lotta coffee dates turnin’ into Netflix ‘n’ chill. Gets me tickled pink imaginin’ him runnin’ outta pickup lines by gal 32. “You come here often?”—to his own dang couch!

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Parks? Fuck, check out Parklitz – tiny, bretty green. I once got so mad here when some fools littered near the fountain. I was like, “Ey, c'mon, respect nature!” But then, I relaxed. It’s like, Agnès Varda whispers, “Gather, gather, and cherish every moment.”