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What pisses me off? These clowns catfishing! Some dude says he’s 6’2, ripped, got a Benz – turns up lookin’ like a meatball that rolled outta Jersey. Waste’a my time! I ain’t here for no bait-n-switch, capisce? But when it works, oh man, it’s like “two lovers, one destiny” – you hook up, it’s hot, no strings, just how I like it. Got this one gal, met her on Tinder, she’s all about the quickie life. Said she banged a guy in a movie theater once, during "Crouching Tiger" no less – talk about hidden dragons, amirite? Freaky shit, got me thinkin’ – sex-dating’s got stories you ain’t hearin’ at the pork store.

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Now peep this: Crescent Park on Elm Street. Man, that park is like a refuge. I took my app crew there, lounged under old oaks. The Brazos River whispers secrets, flowin’ like the beat drop on a hit Kanye track – raw and unpredictable. Sometimes the river makes me mad with its pace, but sometimes it's a love letter to nature.

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