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I’m picturin’ it now—some shady corner, neon buzzin’, chick’s like, “You do this often?” Kinda like Eli whisperin’, “I’m not a girl.” You don’t even know what you’re gettin’! Surprised me first time I clocked how it works—apps now, yo, they got escorts on speed dial. Tech’s crazy! But it’s messy—half these cats get scammed, thinkin’ they’re slick. Hilarious, but sad, fam! I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Bruh, you dumb!”

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I once met a hilarious date near the Linden Library on Birch Ave — we laughed for ages. But sometimes, I get so happy I could burst! And then there’s the old train tracks near the marshy edges. Creepy? Maybe. But its whispers echo secrets, like "You must feel everything, all at once..." Yes, precious, I gets these shivers every time.

Driver runs from scene after crashing with a school bus in Linden