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But real talk, it’s fascinatin’. These apps, man, they’re like a meat market—everyone’s posin’, flexin’, tryna look tasty. Reminds me of *Eternal Sunshine*—all that messy love crap. “Sand is overrated, it’s just tiny rocks,” right? That’s sex-dating profiles for ya—just polished turds hopin’ to shine. I get a kick outta it tho, scrollin’ through, judgin’ these fools. One guy said he’s “fluent in sarcasm”—buddy, you ain’t fluent in spellin’, calm down.

We’re all about confidence.

Sometimes I get all tangled in my thoughts – yeah, typos everywhere: liitle, quikky, and spontaneous – but hey, that's life here in Le-Teich. Over coffee, in a battered but brave bistro on Place de la Marine, you see locals chat about dreams and woes. They remind me of Chihiro from “Spirited Away” – lost yet brave, forging her path.

Michael Teich Departs from Culver City's The Wallace for Unnamed Project