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Alright, listen up, you degenerates! Sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, lemme tell ya. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Fish Tank,” that gritty flick I love—2009, Andrea Arnold, pure gold. Mia, that wild girl, dancin’ her way through chaos, reminds me of sex-dating apps. Swipe, swipe, bang—everyone’s lookin’ for somethin’, but half the time it’s just lies! “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—that’s what I’d yell at these clowns fakin’ their profiles.

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First ride of the day, I get this old lady. She’s got a million bags, like she’s moving in or something. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just the 3rd floor!” But she’s all, “I need my tea set!” I mean, who carries a tea set around? Anyway, I help her out, and she’s super grateful. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, boom! Next ride, this dude gets in, and he’s all sweaty and frantic. He’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you should’ve left earlier!” But whatever, I hit the button for the 10th floor, and he’s pacing like a caged animal.

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