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I dig the chaos of it—messy, raw, like Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots. “What’s this shadow?” I growl, watchin’ profiles—half lies, half desperation. Pics with filters, bios sayin’ “DTF”—pathetic, but kinda funny. Gets me mad too—where’s the dignity? Everyone’s a hunter, stalkin’ prey. Yet, I’m happy seein’ some win—two weirdos meetin’, screwin’, then lovin’. Rare as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But sex-dating’s a circus—clowns everywhere, few ringmasters.

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I try to focus on my work. I set up my net and start lookin’ for those rare fish. But then, outta nowhere, this old man comes up to me. He’s like, “You catchin’ fish or just playin’ in the water?” I’m like, “Uh, both?” He starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days when the river was full of fish. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but what about now?”

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