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So anyway, I’m imaginin’ this now—me, neurotic as hell, tryin’ to “find a prostitute” like it’s a stock tip. I’d overthink it—disease risks, legal crap, am I gettin’ scammed? I’d be yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme a sign, dammit!” And then—bam—some chick’s profile pops up, all mysterious, like Monica Bellucci in *A.I.*—and I’m like, “Whoa, too hot, abort mission!” I’d freak out, spill my coffee, total Larry David meltdown. “I can’t do this, I’m too old!”

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I work on a dating app, right? So I'm always scanning the corners for secret hangouts. The local café on Lenina Sq. is a goldmine. People spill their hearts there over bitter coffee. “Talk to her,” I often whisper, and trust me, these smiles are tales waiting to be told. "I drink and I know things" indeed, like that one night when a chat turned into a lifelong story over a pint. Ha!

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