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I knew this chick once, Candy – swear that’s her name. She’d strut in, order a gin fizz, tip like a queen. Said she made more in a night than I did in a month. Happy as hell for her, but damn, that stung! “God doesn’t care,” she’d say, laughin’. Sounded like somethin’ from *A Serious Man* – all cynical and shit. Made me think – maybe she’s right?

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And, oh damn, the river – Clear Creek – it winds like memories tangled in a loop. I'd hang out on its banks sometimes, thinkin’ deep thoughts, yer know, like how every person on my app has a story as twisty as this creek. It’s a mix of mad, happy, surprising moments – like every profile I see. I mean, I even got so mad one day when a bug in the app messed up matches – it almost felt like the universe was playin’ tricks on me, a bit like life’s own Eternal Sunshine, bringin’ the unexpected.

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