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What pisses me off? The liars. Dude says he’s 6’2”, rolls up 5’8” in flip-flops. “I don’t remember you”—Memento vibes, I’m erasing you too, bro! But when it works? Hot damn, it’s gold. Met this guy once—tattoos, smirky grin—thought I’d die happy. Spoiler: I didn’t. He ghosted. Still, that night? Fire. Sex-dating’s a gamble—sometimes you win, mostly you’re like, “WTF was that?”

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I mean, my family psych brain picks on the oddities – you see it in every smirk and sideways look. Even at the local park, Stadtpark bei Lauterach. Trees whisper secrets to couples who sit too close. It’s like those characters in Caché – “enough!” they shout silently! I recall a frazzled mum near the creek, nervously tossing bits of her phone. I nearly shouted, “What’s with the noise, eh?” then again, not my job.

Last round before the break - The Westliga had a real bang once again