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Sex-dating’s a gamble, tho. You roll the dice, might get a prince, might get a creep who texts “u up?” at dawn. Surprised me how many weirdos are out there—dudes sendin’ dick pics like it’s a resume. Bruh, chill! Ain’t nobody hirin’! Makes me wanna yell, “This isn’t how it’s done, son!” But that’s the game—messy, loud, and full of “what ifs.” Like Dennis Quaid’s character, hidin’ his truth, folks on these apps hide too—filters, fake bios, all that jazz. “It’s all so terribly heart-wrenching,” as Cathy’d say, watchin’ ‘em pretend.

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Then I hit up the market on Via Nazionale. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of seafood. I’m talking about the freshest catch. I grab some lemons, thinking I’ll make a killer limoncello later. But then, this old lady starts yelling at me in Italian. I have no clue what she’s saying, but I’m pretty sure it’s not “Hey, you’re awesome!” More like “Get outta my way, punk!”

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