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I be scrollin’ Tinder, seein’ chicks with filters thicker than my chain. Dudes too, flexin’ pics from 2012—boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody! Got me mad as hell, swipin’ left like I’m wipin’ crumbs off my Gucci. But then—BOOM—this one shorty hit me up, convo flowin’ like syrup on waffles. We link, and it’s all good ‘til she ghost me mid-date. What?! Left me salty, like I bit a lemon dipped in betrayal. Sex-dating’s a gamble, fam—roll the dice, might get a queen or a joker.

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Dating within the opera niche comes with its unique set of challenges. From finding someone who appreciates the same operas to navigating the intense emotions that come with the art form, .

First off, I decided to hit up that new café on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. You know, the one with the fancy lattes and overpriced croissants? Yeah, I thought I’d treat myself. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was like, “Do you want oat milk?” I’m like, “Dude, just give me the coffee!” I mean, who has time for oat milk drama?

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