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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sex-dating, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ jungle out there, like somethin’ outta Pan’s Labyrinth, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout these apps—swipe this, swipe that—like I’m some kinda mob boss pickin’ who gets whacked. But nah, it’s just chicks and dudes lookin’ for a quick bang or whatever. Drives me nuts, all this fakery! You got profiles shinier than a greased pig, but half the time it’s bullshit—like that faun in the movie promisin’ gold, then bam, you’re screwed.

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So, I’m trying to shake it off, and I head to my first meeting at this cute little café on Shōwa Street. It’s called “Kawaii Coffee” or something. Super hipster vibes. I order a matcha latte, thinking I’m all fancy. But the barista? She spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this a joke?” I mean, c’mon!