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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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But then, I get a text from my buddy, right? He’s like, “Meet me at the park!” So, I’m racing over to Parcul Central, dodging people like I’m in a video game. I finally get there, and he’s not even there yet! Ugh, classic! I sit on a bench, and this kid comes up to me, selling lemonade. I’m like, “Dude, it’s 10 lei for lemonade?” He’s like, “Yeah, but it’s the best!” I take a sip, and it’s like pure sugar water. I’m thinking, “Best? More like the worst!”

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