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Oh, and the apps? Don’t get me started—Grindr, Tinder, Bumble—endless scrollin’, it’s a freakin’ slot machine! You win some, you lose some. Like Simin in *A Separation* says, “I’d rather leave than beg.” That’s me with bad dates—peace out, losers! I’m picky, tho—gotta be a vibe, a connection, not just a quick bang. Surprised me how many folks just want the thrill, no depth. Kinda sad, huh? (Inner thought: Am I too old for this?) Nah, screw that—I’m livin’ loud! Sex-dating’s a jungle, fam, but when you find that gem? Worth it. Like, “Unleash the power within!”—own it, feel it, rock it! What’s your take, huh? Spill it!

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I gotta mention Sint-Gummaruskerk – not your typical stone church, man. The vibe there is freaky deep, like you’re lookin’ into a mirror you never thought existed. Makes you wonder, “Who’s really free here?” (yep, totally Caché intensity!). And oh boy, the little parks – the kind you stumble into when you’re escaping the chaos – like that patchy, grungy spot near Kosterijhof. I used to hang out there, skipping beats and lost in my own head, thinkin’ life was a wild ride, even when I was mad AF about the rain ruining my hair.

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