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Sex-dating’s a gamble, fam. You might score, might get fucked—metaphorically, I mean. Or not, heh. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels like war sometimes. “The beast’s eyes glow red”—that’s the vibe late night, scrollin’, horny and pissed. Watch out for catfishes, scammers too—little known story, some prick in ’22 ran a sex-dating ring, faked profiles, took cash for “premium dates.” Fuckin’ genius, but slimy. Cops nabbed him, good riddance.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

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