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But, ha, the flops—mate, some profiles? “Luv 2 cuddle”—then ghost ya after one night! Sarcasm on: “Oh, so romantic, baby!” Total lolz. Once matched this bird—texts like “wanna smash?”—straight to it, no dinner! I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” Worked out, but damn, no chill. Another time, bloke sends me a eggplant pic—unasked! I’m like, “Cool it, tiger, buy me a martini first!”

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I've been looking for a legit app. I'm from Ph and I'm a female (Btw I don't wanna be called pinay cause of the stigma).

First off, I head down Via Roma, my usual route to the shop. The smell of fresh focaccia from the bakery hits me like a freight train. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill olive oil all over my apron. Great start, huh? I’m like, “Really? Olive oil? Just what I needed.”

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