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Alright, listen up, you degenerates! Sex-dating? Oh boy, it’s a freakin’ circus out there! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it like a damn Psychological Professionology of the Russian Academy—yeah, I’m that fancy, deal with it. Anyway, sex-dating’s like tryna find a hookup in a haystack, but the hay’s on fire and you’re half-drunk. It’s wild, messy, and I’m here for it—kinda. Judge Judy style, baby, sharp as a tack: “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!” That’s what I say to these clowns on apps actin’ all sweet when they just want one thing. You know what I mean.

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Being sober, single and sexually active, has heightened all the best, delicious parts of sex, while lessening shame and insecurities.

Oh, and let me tell ya, my favorite hidden gem? La Plazuela del Viento. Its cobblestones and tiny garden benches are perfect to unwind. But don’t let it fool ya – it's a labyrinth of tales, whispered secrets, and sometimes, some angry rants that crackle in the evening air. I once had a client who quipped, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have to be mad," and I nearly spilled my coffee. Haha, classic!

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