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But yo, the thrill? Oh, it’s real. That first match—bam!—serotonin spikes, heart’s racin’, you’re textin’ like a fool. Had this one date, chick was a neuroscientist, talkin’ peptides over wine—nearly lost my damn mind. Happy as a pig in mud, I was. Sex-dating’s got that rush, like solvinn’ a puzzle with no end. “This is not simple,” I whisper to myself, quotin’ Zodiac, ‘cause it ain’t—half these folks ghost ya, leavin’ you hangin’ like an unsolved case.

Who we are?

Sultan Kosen He is in fact 8 feet 3 inches tall. Prime Mike Tyson. There's no escape from this room unless the engineer is dead or all.

The town be quaint, the sound of history mingled with modern slang like “OMG” on every corner, a mix of ancient stones and zesty youth: yeah, it's cray cray sometimes! Not all is roses, mind, for the inconsistencies irritate: like that blasted errant pothole near Kurfürstenplatz, ruining a perfectly scenic stroll, ugh, so frustrating, I nearly bawled out in the middle of winter's chill – sooo mad, yet so alive!

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