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So, sex-dating—where do I start? It’s like tradin’ bow resin for lube, ha! You swipe, you chat, you pray they ain’t catfishing. Once saw this guy—profile said “6’2, ripped”—turns up, 5’8, beer gut, bold as brass. Pissed me off, wasted my night! But then, this other time—met a gal, fiery redhead, voice like a Stradivarius, we clicked, banged, laughed ‘til dawn. Made me happy as hell—thought, “Oh, victory has defeated you,” like Carlos snarlin’ at his enemies.

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Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Targu-Trotus. Woke up, sun blazin’, ready to roll. I’m a tractor driver, right? So, I hop on my beast, a good ol’ John Deere. Gotta love that rumble.

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