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Oh, and the apps? Don’t get me started—Grindr, Tinder, Bumble—endless scrollin’, it’s a freakin’ slot machine! You win some, you lose some. Like Simin in *A Separation* says, “I’d rather leave than beg.” That’s me with bad dates—peace out, losers! I’m picky, tho—gotta be a vibe, a connection, not just a quick bang. Surprised me how many folks just want the thrill, no depth. Kinda sad, huh? (Inner thought: Am I too old for this?) Nah, screw that—I’m livin’ loud! Sex-dating’s a jungle, fam, but when you find that gem? Worth it. Like, “Unleash the power within!”—own it, feel it, rock it! What’s your take, huh? Spill it!

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Then there’s the Beckley Exhibition Coal Mine – an odd spot, but hey, history’s alive here! I got a kick outta tellin' folks how the mine’s like a portal to the past, just like in that flick – “Time is a construct, and truth is a lie,” brother! I always get goosebumps, y'know? And let’s not forget the local art scene in downtown – painted walls, buzzing cafes on Elm St – I swear, it's like each mural is a piece of my soul laid out for all to see.

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