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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.

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I swear, every inch of Johnston has its pulse. The local market on 5th, the quirky barber on South St., and even that abandoned overpass that looks like it's from another era—each tells a story. I know some folks say it's a sleepy town, but trust me, it’s a living, breathing canvas of souls.

Police: Officer-involved shooting investigation underway in Johnston