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But yo, the thrill? Oh, it’s real. That first match—bam!—serotonin spikes, heart’s racin’, you’re textin’ like a fool. Had this one date, chick was a neuroscientist, talkin’ peptides over wine—nearly lost my damn mind. Happy as a pig in mud, I was. Sex-dating’s got that rush, like solvinn’ a puzzle with no end. “This is not simple,” I whisper to myself, quotin’ Zodiac, ‘cause it ain’t—half these folks ghost ya, leavin’ you hangin’ like an unsolved case.