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So, sex-dating—where do I start? It’s like tradin’ bow resin for lube, ha! You swipe, you chat, you pray they ain’t catfishing. Once saw this guy—profile said “6’2, ripped”—turns up, 5’8, beer gut, bold as brass. Pissed me off, wasted my night! But then, this other time—met a gal, fiery redhead, voice like a Stradivarius, we clicked, banged, laughed ‘til dawn. Made me happy as hell—thought, “Oh, victory has defeated you,” like Carlos snarlin’ at his enemies.

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First thing, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. I swear, if I could bottle that feeling, I’d be a millionaire. Anyway, I’m sipping my coffee, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s like, “You know, Mattinata used to be a fishing village.” I’m like, “Yeah, and now it’s a tourist trap, right?” He laughs, but I’m half-serious.

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