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Yo, wassup, fam! I’m a cashier, right? Scanning beep-beep bullshit all day. But sex-dating? Man, that’s wild! It’s like tryna find “a hidden blade” in a fuckin’ Tinder swamp. Apps got me swipin’ like a maniac—left, right, left—bam! Dudes and chicks posin’ like they’re in “The Assassin,” all mysterious and shit. Hou Hsiao-hsien knew it—silence hides the real freaks! Sex-dating’s a jungle, yo. Half these profiles? Fake as fuck. Catfish central! Saw this one chick—hot pics, right? Met her—boom, dude with a beard! Laughed my ass off, then cried inside.

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Next stop, the Ube Art Museum. I’m an archivist, so art is kinda my jam. I thought I’d get lost in some paintings, you know? But nooo, there was a school trip. Like, a million kids running around, screaming. I swear, I almost lost it. I mean, can’t a person enjoy some art in peace? But then, I saw this kid staring at a painting of a mountain. He looked so mesmerized. It was kinda cute, not gonna lie. Made me smile, even with all the chaos.

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