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Lemme drop some real shit—did ya know back in the day, like early 2000s, sex-dating sites were so sketch they’d straight-up crash if too many horndogs logged on? True story! Servers couldn’t handle the thirst! Makes me cackle thinkin’ bout it—dudes sittin’ there, waitin’, like, “C’mon, load already!” Now it’s all apps, smooth as hell, but still a circus. I get HYPED seein’ people own it, though—confidence is sexy, right? But then I’m pissed—some jerkoffs ghost after a hookup. Like, bruh, grow a pair! “You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—that’s them, ditchin’ folks like trash.

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Down on Main Street—yeah, that one, with the quirky coffee shops and that dingy bar where everyone seems to spill half their secrets—every brick tells a story. I walk past Brody Avenue daily; its old brick facades whisper stories of families gettin' together and breakin' apart, all under that constant sky of turning light. That's where I had one of my early epiphanies about the fragility of human bonds.

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