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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen it—apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—pure chaos. People out here lyin’ ‘bout height, usin’ filters like they’re CIA operatives. Makes me mad as hell! Catfishin’ ain’t just a river sport, nah, it’s a sex-dating epidemic. One time, I read this study—get this—20% of profiles got fake pics. TWENTY! Blows my mind, man. You think you’re meetin’ a 6-foot hottie, but nope, it’s some gremlin with a selfie stick. “I want to know,” I mutter, channelin’ my inner Gyllenhaal, starin’ at my phone like it’s a cipher.

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Von den Steinen () had already traveled widely in Polyne- sia and other parts of the world (but not as an ethnographer) before going to the Marquesas.

The little park near the old mill, oh, it's called Schloßpark. I once kneaded a tense chap there o'er on a rainy day—rain, rain, everywhere, miserable it was—and I told him, "You my friend, we makes this darkness our own, yes?" And then, I nearly whispered, "I drink your tears, I do!" (Bah, not exactly a line from There Will Be Blood, but close enough, my precious. "I will offer you blood instead, we hates it though!")

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