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Yo, wassup, fam! I’m a cashier, right? Scanning beep-beep bullshit all day. But sex-dating? Man, that’s wild! It’s like tryna find “a hidden blade” in a fuckin’ Tinder swamp. Apps got me swipin’ like a maniac—left, right, left—bam! Dudes and chicks posin’ like they’re in “The Assassin,” all mysterious and shit. Hou Hsiao-hsien knew it—silence hides the real freaks! Sex-dating’s a jungle, yo. Half these profiles? Fake as fuck. Catfish central! Saw this one chick—hot pics, right? Met her—boom, dude with a beard! Laughed my ass off, then cried inside.

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I often think to myself, “Is it me or is the world jumbling up again?” It’s absurd, just like Eric Andre’s antics. I laugh so hard I almost spill my essential oils. Heck, I even got tattoos of a floating cucumber (true story! well, almost) – a reminder of these absurd, unplanned splashy moments.

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