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So, here’s the scoop—sex-dating’s fast, like lightnin’ hittin’ a tin roof. You got apps makin’ it easy-peasy to find a fling. I read somewhere—little known fact, y’all—back in the ‘90s, folks used to meet through newspaper ads! Can you imagine? “Lonely cowboy seeks filly for ridin’”—ha! Now it’s all “DTF?” and blurry selfies. Surprised me silly how quick it moves—met a guy once, sweet as pie, and ‘fore I knew it, he’s askin’ if I’m into “extras.” I was like, “Honey, I barely know your dang name!”

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We got a park, Parc des Mimosas, messy with nature but kinda peaceful sometimes. The trees rustle secrets like whispered confessions, pure nonsense, pure truth. I get strollin' there when the mind's all tangled up. Ah, my precious brain gets lighter. And there's a little café, Café Deschamps, where locals gossip with funny slang, much like my own jumble of thoughts.

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