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But ugh, the creeps—Homer-level creeps! Messages like, “send nudes, babe.” Gross, makes me wanna hurl. “The Return” had that line, “You’re not my father!”—I’d yell that at em. Sex-dating’s a jungle, sweetie. Some find love, most find… well, a sweaty night. Hmmm… I exagerate, sure, but it’s a circus! Ever tried it? Tell me, spill it—I’m nosy, hehe. Oh, typos, shmipos, who’s got time? Gotta run, Bart’s screamin—probly sex-dating a skateboard again!

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So, I hit the button for the third floor. The doors close, and BAM! The elevator stops. Just stops. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear her muttering about how she’s gonna be late for her kid’s school or something. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If I don’t get this thing moving, I’m gonna be the most hated guy in Pechenizhyn.”