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I tried it once—sex-dating, not the newspaper gig. Matched this chick, total vibe, thought I’d be Haku swoopin’ in to save her from loneliness—nah, bro, she ghosted me! Pissed me off, like, “Howl ya gonna ditch me?!” Felt like No-Face chasin’ love, tossin’ gold, gettin’ nada. But then—THEN—I hit gold with this other date. She’s all flirty, smellin’ like jasmine—pheromones, baby, science don’t lie! We’re chattin’, laughin’, I’m thinkin’, “This is it, my river spirit moment—pure magic!” And it was—hot, messy, real. Left me grinnin’ like a damn fool.

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After my little showdown with the pigeon, I head back to work. The sun’s beating down, and I’m feeling cranky. I’m blasting away again, and I notice this lady walking her dog on the Langeweg. The dog’s just chillin’, but the lady? She’s all over the place, yanking on the leash. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a dog, not a racehorse!”

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