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But real spit, sex-dating’s got perks. Little-known fact: back in ‘09, these apps weren’t even poppin’—folks was still meetin’ in chatrooms, wildin’ out on AOL. Now it’s all instant, like—swipe, smash, ghost. YOLO, right? My fave part? The chase, bruh. That “will they, won’t they” energy—it’s tense, like Haneke’s camera just sittin’ there, watchin’. But damn, the fakes? The flakes? That’s what grinds my gears. Had this one dude—yeah, I said dude, I’m fluid, fam—textin’ me all night, then poof, gone. “The past is never dead,” Haneke said, and I felt that ghostin’ in my bones.

Sex in Hokkaido

So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it totally betrayed me. I jumped outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. First stop? The local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta grab my morning coffee, right? But guess what? They were outta my fave blend! Ugh, I was ready to throw a fit.

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