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But real talk—it’s dope when it works. You find that spark, freaky convo, next thing, bed rockin’. I’m obsessed wit the chase, tho—keeps me sharp, like Nolan’s cuts. “You don’t know who you are,” ‘til you’re deep in it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear, one night I forgot my own name, she was that good. Apps got power, yo—shifted hookups forever. Used to be clubs, now it’s DMs, sexts, “Wyd?” at 2 a.m. I’m rantin’, but sex-dating’s my movie—twisted, sexy, fucked up, perfect. Peace.

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Belsonic announced a double bill of late 70s/early 80s royalty in Blondie and Sting I thought I'd strike while the iron was still hot.

After lunch, I wander over to the Blonie market. It’s bustling! People everywhere, selling everything from veggies to handmade crafts. I spot this guy selling wooden carvings. As a forester, I appreciate that! I’m chatting him up, and he’s telling me about how he sources his wood. I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I could’ve made that in my sleep!”

CD Projekt is selling this crappy Cyberpunk watch instead of fixing the game