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What pisses me off? Ghostin’. You’re vibin’, sextin’, then—poof! Gone. “You’re alone now,” like in the movie—cuts deep. Happened to me once, mid-chat, she just vanished. Was I too creepy? Too Hannibal? Nah, people just suck. But when it works—oh, mate, it’s gold! Met this lass, fiery redhead, we clicked instant. Sex-dating jackpot! She was all, “Let’s skip the bullshit,” and I’m like, “Yes, ma’am!” Best night ever—felt like a king, not a prisoner.

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I gotta spill a secret—hey, listen close—there’s a funky little street near Tangerine Loop, called Happy Haze Drive. Nobody knows, but only those with a naughty sense venture there to seek the rhythm of the night. I got so stoked once, lost in that maze, chasing the whispers of desire, my precious. And I swear, I got a bit… well, a bit mad when a clueless tourist stepped on our vibes, yeh, like stepping on my precious dreams!

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