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Alright, so sex-dating, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with this?! It’s like, you swipe, you text, you meet—bam, instant gratification, right? Pretty, pretty good, you’d think! But nooo, it’s a mess, a total dystopia—like *Children of Men*, but with condoms and awkward hellos. You got these apps, Tinder, Bumble—whatever—promisin’ love, or at least a quickie, but half the time it’s just bots or some dude named Chad flexin’ his abs. I’m furious, I tell ya! Furious! Where’s the humanity in that?!

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grabbed a couple for breakfast. I mean, who can resist those cute little rice balls? Not me! But then, I spilled soy sauce all over my shirt. Great start, right? I looked like I’d been attacked by a sushi monster.

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