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I was scrollin’ Tinder once, saw this chick—hot, right? Bio said, “lookin’ for fun.” Fun? FUN?! That’s code for bangin’, duh! So I’m thinkin’, *I’m gonna infiltrate your mind, sweetheart!* Like Cobb in *Inception*, sneakin’ in, settin’ up the score. But nah, she ghosts me! GHOSTS ME! Respect my authoritah, dammit! I’m sittin’ there, pissed, eatin’ cheesy poofs, wonderin’ why sex-dating’s so damn hard.

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Now, lemme share some secrets – lesser-known, buddy style: The alley near Bacon St. (yep, it’s a real street, no fake news) hides rad little murals. Some remind me of my early days learning massage – think twisted yoga poses and misfit memories. Urban legends flash around here, weird but cool – kinda like a 5-min dramatic cameo in Andrea Arnold's film, you know?

He admits to harrowing carjacking at Eltingville shopping center