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But real talk—it’s a gamble. You might score, might get played. Like in “Requiem,” man—everyone’s chasin’ somethin’, but the crash? Brutal. One time, I matched with this hottie—thought I hit the jackpot, right? Nope! Total flake—left me hangin’ like, “Ass to ass!” Hahaha, nah, just kiddin’, but damn, that stung! Still, I’m hooked on the chaos—sex-dating’s my circus, and I’m the ringmaster, spinnin’ outta control! Why so serious, huh? It’s just a game—play it sloppy, laugh it off!

Then, I got hungry. I hit up this little bistro on Rue des Écoles. The food there is bomb! I ordered a croque-monsieur, and it was like heaven on a plate. But while I’m munching, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and they’re throwing around words like “divorce” and “custody.” Yikes!

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