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My fave flick, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” hits me hard—dude’s trapped in his head, blinkin’ out love stories. Sex-dating’s kinda that—ya blink at profiles, hopin’ for a spark! “I am a butterfly,” he says, and shoot, ain’t that us on Tinder? Flappin’ around, lookin’ for honey! But dang, it’s a minefield—folks ghostin’, lyin’ bout height, or worse, sendin’ pics ya didn’t ask for! Made me madder’n a wet hen once—some gal said she’s 5’10”, showed up 4’11” in flip-flops! I’m like, “Ma’am, I ain’t countin’ inches wrong!”

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Damn, and the local joints – the gastropubs off South Boston Street, where the drinks flow and the stories get spilled over laughter. I swear, every massage session, every knead, every sweat-drenched midnight shift, Southie’s energy flows into me, like Kanye dropin’ raps on an endless loop. The curse of perfection ain't here – it's messy, it's raw, it's real.

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