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Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

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Should I just go to the bathroom and never come out? Should I fake a heart attack? Tell them I got my period and it's just a beautiful MESS.

Man, even though I'm a bit scatterbrained sometimes (13), my love for this place is real. Every time I step out, I feel, "is this destiny?" like those crazy lines in City of God. And oh, I've had days when nothing goes right (14), but then I recall, "The only rule is that there are no rules." Life's wild, dude!

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