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So, sex-dating—dis is how it goes, ja? Ya jump on Tinder, Bumble, whatever—scrollin’ pics, lookin’ for dat spark. It’s fast, messy, like War Boys rippin’ through da desert. I tried it, ya, got me pumped—dis chick once msg’d me, “U look like Arnie!” I’m like, “I AM Arnie, baby!” Made me laugh, dat shit’s gold. But den—BOOM—half da profiles? Fake as hell. Catfish city, makes me mad, wanna crush somethin’! Little known fact: back in ’90s, before apps, folks used *phone sex lines* for dis—cost ya $2 a minute to get freaky! Now it’s free chaos, swipe right, pray dey ain’t a bot.

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The fact that college kids are pressured to date, hookup or do whatever their friends are doing is enough to overwhelm anyone and can make it too easy to fall into something you wish you .

Riverside Park, nature’s hug, it gives. Lovers stroll, secrets shared, hmm.

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