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So, I tried it, right? Sex-dating apps—fuckin’ jungle out there. Profiles with pics, half these broads lookin’ like they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ya know? Got me thinkin’, “Is this a date or a fuckin’ transaction?” Made me mad as hell—where’s the class? Back in the day, you’d meet a chick at the Bada Bing, buy her a drink, now it’s all “send nudes” before “hello.” Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then—bam—I match with this hot piece, legs for days, and I’m like, “Well, hello, flavor!” Like Linguini tastin’ Remy’s soup—surprised me good.

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This dissertation approaches prewar Okinawan commercial theater both as an institution and as a space of experience and expression.

Later, I decide to check out the Yonabaru Castle ruins. I’m all about that history, ya know? But it’s a hike. I’m sweating again, and my legs are like, “What are you doing to us?” Finally, I get there, and it’s beautiful. The view is insane! I snap a pic, and it’s like, “This is why I came here.”

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