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Lemme tell ya, I’m pissed sometimes—ghostin’ sucks. You’re vibin’, then—poof—they’re gone. Hate that. But then… happiness hits. Found this story—dude in ’90s answered sex ads in newspapers! Risky as hell—loved it. Total *New World* energy—“What is this land?”—explorin’, fearless. Me? I’d swipe Pocahontas any day—ha! Sarcasm aside, sex-dating’s a trip. Some profiles? “Lookin’ for soulmate”—on Tinder? C’mon, bro, chill.

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The park! Oh, dear park, aka Central Grove—lush, green, a hidden oasis. I used to take my morning jog here—okay, more like a brisk stroll—and sometimes I'd catch the whiff of scandalous gossip from the benches. Do you remember "Stories We Tell"? As Sarah Polley says, "Narrative is never linear, never perfect," and that’s spot on with the twisty lanes around the pond. Lakeside meanders, babbling brooks—fascinating stuff!

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