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So, I tried it, right? Sex-dating apps—fuckin’ jungle out there. Profiles with pics, half these broads lookin’ like they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ya know? Got me thinkin’, “Is this a date or a fuckin’ transaction?” Made me mad as hell—where’s the class? Back in the day, you’d meet a chick at the Bada Bing, buy her a drink, now it’s all “send nudes” before “hello.” Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then—bam—I match with this hot piece, legs for days, and I’m like, “Well, hello, flavor!” Like Linguini tastin’ Remy’s soup—surprised me good.

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I get mad sometimes too – traffic on Allisonville Road can be nuts, really grind your gears. But hey, that's just part of the charm, right? I even got a couple of typos in my head thinking about it – whew! & oh ya, did I mention that quiet street like Maple Street? It's like a secret retreat. I once sat there, relaxin’, thinkin’ “Man, where’s my peace?” and it just hit me, like – boom, life is now.

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