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Ever tried it in a small town? Fuckin’ hell—everyone’s your cousin’s ex. Hella awkward. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I once swiped right on my old teacher—nearly died laughin’. Happy? When it works, it’s ace—met a bird once, shagged in a car park, no regrets. Pure chaos, pure joy. Bane (fictional) – Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they don’t get it, mate, the thrill’s in the mess. Sex-dating’s a dangerous profession—heartbreak, ghosting, weirdos galore—but I’m hooked, fam. You tried it? Spill!

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Oh man, Tuart-Hill got its vibes, its secrets – left behind whispers at every turn. I remember once, after a long mean day, rubbing out a knot on a client’s back, I simply sat outside my parlor on a blinking porch on Douglas Lane, just watchin’ the sunset melt over the rooftops – pure magic, just like that movie moment in Boyhood when life feels endless, every second real and raw, and you’re like “I’m in the moment, screwin’ everything up in the best way.”

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