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I’m behind the bar, right? Seein’ these clowns braggin’ bout their “game.” Makes me wanna hurl a shot glass. Sex-dating’s wild tho—did ya know back in the 90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups? Called ‘em “personals.” Freaky little secret history! Now it’s all Tinder, Grindr, whatever—same crap, shinier package. Makes me think of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “What was once before you, an exciting, mysterious future…”—that’s the vibe when you match with some hottie. Then bam! They ghost ya, and it’s all, “The end is built into the beginning.” Kaufman gets it—sex-dating’s a freakin’ tragedy dressed up as a party.

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Then, I’m walking past the Peasedown St. John Church, and I see this group of kids playing footy. They’re kicking the ball around, having a blast. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my childhood, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, one of ‘em kicks the ball straight at me! I’m like, “Whoa, kid! You tryin’ to take me out?” But I just laugh it off. Gotta love the spirit, right?

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