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About Buea

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

What We Saw During A Visit To Kolkata's Largest Red Light Area

First off, there's Rue de la Paix—yep, that street’s a crush of cafes and odd little markets. People wander around like they’re in some cheesy indie film. And then there's Centre d’Art Moderne—modern art in a town where half the walls are graffitied. Seriously, it's like Amour's grim mood got a side hustle in avant-garde art. “Do you remember when…” I always chuckle, thinking, “Life’s just a sequence of absurd moments, right?”

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