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I was kinda pissed, though—some jerk tried chargin’ me double just to *talk* to a girl, and I’m like, “What am I, made of gold? Back off, creep!” Felt like screamin’, “The intel was bad!”—another “Zero” line, heh! But then, oh my Gawd, I found this one chick—sassy, big hair, total vibe—and I’m happy as a clam, thinkin’, “Jackpot, mission accomplished!” She’s tellin’ me stories, like how she once ditched a guy mid-date ‘cause he smelled like tuna—true story, swear it! I’m dyin’ laughin’, nasal snort and all, “Hahaha, what a schmuck!”

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Man, as a dating site guru, I’m all about spotin’ where the sparks fly—like at the quirky little café on Jazz Street. Yo, it's a weird place where the barista looks like he’s seen too many midnight confessions. I've had dates there where everything felt like a scene from a movie—intense vibes, lots of awkward silence, then burstin’ into laughter, like real-life "City of God" energy splattered all around. And oh, don't even get me started on that mural near Liberty Square—a splash of colors that reminds me of the crazy journey of life, like, boom! every color's a story of love, war, and everything in between.

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