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So, sex-dating—man, it’s a jungle. Apps like Grindr, Bumble, whatever, they’re all the same. People actin’ all hot n’ heavy, droppin’ lines like, “Wanna Netflix n’ chill?” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill with what—your crusty socks? I tried it once—swear to God, chick said she’s “adventurous,” code for “I’ll ghost ya after one drink.” Infuriating! Wasted my damn time. Coulda been watchin’ *Spotlight* again, gettin’ mad at the world instead of some flake. “You can’t handle the truth!”—damn right, ‘cause it’s buried under filters and fake moans.

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Finally, I wrap up my day, and I’m exhausted. I’m walking back through the streets of Shiding, and it hits me. This place is wild. The mix of old and new, the people, the food, the chaos. It’s like a beautiful mess. I stop by the night market on Shiding Street, and wow, the energy is insane! I grab some fried chicken, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

Heavier traffic seen on Taiwan’s freeways at start of Tomb Sweeping Festival