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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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Now lemme spill: my massage biz gives me the inside scoop. I know every whisper, every giggle from the back alley. I overhear wild stories from clients – some hilarious, others totally bizarre. Once, a fellow said, "Thornton’s like a labyrinth – just like my dreams!" It made me so mad but also kinda happy, y'know? My job? It's a window to the city's raw soul.

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