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I tried it once—sex-dating, not the newspaper gig. Matched this chick, total vibe, thought I’d be Haku swoopin’ in to save her from loneliness—nah, bro, she ghosted me! Pissed me off, like, “Howl ya gonna ditch me?!” Felt like No-Face chasin’ love, tossin’ gold, gettin’ nada. But then—THEN—I hit gold with this other date. She’s all flirty, smellin’ like jasmine—pheromones, baby, science don’t lie! We’re chattin’, laughin’, I’m thinkin’, “This is it, my river spirit moment—pure magic!” And it was—hot, messy, real. Left me grinnin’ like a damn fool.

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I’m here, living with every intense color of Utiel: happy, mad, surprised – like I sometimes forget what day it is. Uhm, did I mention the friendly curfew of the local baker? He always greets me with a wild smile on Calle del Sol, even if I sound like a broken record “You shall not pass!” – oh, just classic me!

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