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So, I tried it, right? Sex-dating apps—fuckin’ jungle out there. Profiles with pics, half these broads lookin’ like they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ya know? Got me thinkin’, “Is this a date or a fuckin’ transaction?” Made me mad as hell—where’s the class? Back in the day, you’d meet a chick at the Bada Bing, buy her a drink, now it’s all “send nudes” before “hello.” Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then—bam—I match with this hot piece, legs for days, and I’m like, “Well, hello, flavor!” Like Linguini tastin’ Remy’s soup—surprised me good.

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After that caffeine catastrophe, I decided to stroll down to Yaita’s historical museum. I’m an archivist, so I’m all about that history life. But guess what? The museum’s closed for renovations. Ugh! I was ready to dive into some ancient scrolls or whatever. Instead, I’m just standing there like a lost puppy.

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