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Oh, and the apps? Don’t get me started—Grindr, Tinder, Bumble—endless scrollin’, it’s a freakin’ slot machine! You win some, you lose some. Like Simin in *A Separation* says, “I’d rather leave than beg.” That’s me with bad dates—peace out, losers! I’m picky, tho—gotta be a vibe, a connection, not just a quick bang. Surprised me how many folks just want the thrill, no depth. Kinda sad, huh? (Inner thought: Am I too old for this?) Nah, screw that—I’m livin’ loud! Sex-dating’s a jungle, fam, but when you find that gem? Worth it. Like, “Unleash the power within!”—own it, feel it, rock it! What’s your take, huh? Spill it!

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Oh, and the Catedral de Avila – like, holy smokes! I once had a client nearly break down near its shadow, saying, "Ruh-roh! This beauty's like a miracle, man!" And the narrow streets around Plaza del Mercado Chico? They got charm, with crazy little shops and that dash of medieval magic. I remember once massaging a guy on Calle Real – he swore the stones whispered secrets. I just brushed it off, lol.

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