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But yo, it ain’t all laughs. Ghostin’ sucks—happened to me once. Met this Wookiee-lookin’ gal, thought we clicked, then poof! Gone. Felt like Mia, starin’ at nothin’. Rarrgh! Hate that empty vibe. Still, sex-dating’s got stories ya tell forever. Little fact? Back in the ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for this! Called ‘em “personals.” No swipes, just paper and hope—crazy, right?

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Of course, a pleasure coach (that’s me, mate!). I see the city through colorful lenses; every street corner be a stage, every bus stop a theatre of stories. I’ve had moments where I felt the raw pulse of Randburg. There were times when I got mad—yep, infuriated with how the noise and chaos sometimes clouded that hidden beauty, but then a moment of brilliance would hit ya out of nowhere, filling ya up with happy wonder. “No, this is it—this madness is art!” I’d mumble like a mad wizard casting spells.

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