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Favorite part? The thrill, man! You message, “Hey, wanna bang?”—straight up, no bush-beatin’! Reminds me of that line, “I’m not a member of any organized party—I’m a sex-dater!” Okay, I butchered that, but you get me! In “The Lives of Others,” Wiesler’s all lonely, tappin’ wires, wishin’ he had Tinder—poor bastard. Sex-dating’s raw, like my guitar riffs—sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s a trainwreck. Ever hear bout the gal who flew cross-country for a booty call? Guy ghosted her at the airport! I laughed, then cried—damn, that’s cold!

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So, I head to this client’s place on Via Cavour. Nice neighborhood, but the guy? Total weirdo. He’s got this massive collection of old radios. Like, who even collects those? He starts rambling about how they’re “the soul of communication.” I’m just nodding, thinking, “Dude, I’m here to install a new system, not join your radio cult.”

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