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So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Far From Heaven*—you know, my jam, Todd Haynes droppin’ truth bombs back in ’02. That movie? It’s all ‘bout wantin’ what you can’t have, hidin’ who you are, and sneakin’ around for a taste of somethin’ real. Sex-dating’s got that same energy, fam. You got folks out here playin’ perfect on the surface—smilin’, posin’, all “everything’s fine and dandy”—but underneath? They’re thirsty, desperate, scrollin’ Tinder at 2 a.m. like, “Please, somebody, see me.” Reminds me of Cathy in the film, y’know? She’s all prim and proper, but her heart’s screamin’, “I want somethin’ more, somethin’ raw.” Sex-dating’s that scream, just louder and with worse spellin’.

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So, I finally made it to the office on Calle José de Diego. I work as an info worker, which sounds fancy, but really, I just sit in front of a screen all day. But today? Today was different. My boss, Mr. Rivera, was in a mood. He stormed in like he owned the place. “We need results, people!” he yelled. I was like, “Dude, it’s 9 AM. Can’t we have coffee first?” But no, he was on a mission.

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