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So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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Now, I gotta get personal. Developing a dating site here taught me many things. Like, never trust a smile on Harrington-Park streets. I remember once tuning my server on Bramble Street (so many weirdos lol) and a couple of folks bursts into laughter like they were starring in a bizarre comedy—like Toni Erdmann said, "You’re not seriously trying to be funny, are you?" Damn right, sometimes I wanted to be, but no.

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