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Okay, so I’m scrollin’ X the other night—procrastinatin’, naturally—and I see this post: “Sex-dating tip: bring condoms AND a charger.” I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my coffee. Pretty, pretty good advice, though! Battery dies, mood dies—tragedy! Made me happy, y’know, seein’ some wit in this cesspool. But then—THEN—I match with this chick, total smokeshow, right? We’re chattin’, it’s goin’ great, and she goes, “I only date guys who’ve seen ‘The Royal Tenenbaums.’” I’m like, “Honey, I AM Royal Tenenbaum—minus the tax evasion!” She ghosts me anyway. Ghosted! Me! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is not a world-class sex-dating story!” I was pissed—PISSED! Wasted my best Wes Anderson vibes on her.

Tunnel under the highway on route de la spa in Oeutrange

After that chaos, I needed a breather. I hit up Parc Napoleon, just to chill. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” I sat on a bench, watching the ducks. They were quacking like they owned the place. I swear, one of them looked at me like, “What’s your problem, human?”

Road safety: New ultra-powerful radar installed near Thionville