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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Sex-dating? Pfft, what a circus. Buncha desperate fools swipin’ right, hopin’ for a quick tumble. Like Jesse James ridin’ into a trap, thinkin’ he’s slick. “I’ve always been a solitary man,” he says in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—damn right, me too. Why’d I wanna mess with this nonsense? Apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—pure chaos. Folks actin’ like they’re auditionin’ for a bad porno. I hate it. Hate the fakery, the “wyd” texts at 2 a.m. Makes my skin crawl.

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Finally, I get to the studio. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. The walls are plastered with posters of old bands. I love it. But today, my session was a mess. The artist I was working with, let’s call him “Mr. Drama,” couldn’t decide on a single note. I’m sittin’ there, listening to him go back and forth like he’s in a tennis match. “No, I don’t like that!” “Try it again!” I’m like, “Dude, we’re not here to play ‘Guess That Tune.’”

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