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So, sex-dating—apps like Tinder, Bumble, whatever. Buncha horny idiots sendin’ dick pics and “u up?” at 2 a.m. Hate it. Reminds me of that movie I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. You know, the monk haulin’ that stone up the hill? That’s sex-dating. Draggin’ your baggage, hopin’ for somethin’ pure, but nah—lust just screws ya. “What you take, you carry,” the movie says. Damn right. You swipe, you bang, you regret. Cycle of misery.

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Anonymous «Another ugly trannie crack whore picked up on an all night bus they just get worse how can he kiss the pigs».

First stop? The little café on Rua da Liberdade. Best bica in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to get my head straight. But then, bam! This dude walks in, spillin’ his drink everywhere. Like, bro, chill! It’s just coffee, not a crime scene. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, man, get it together!”

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