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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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Man, Rahlstedt is a vibe, you know? Picture this: streets like Osterbekstraße where local cats and quirky graffiti meet for a midnight dance. I often wander down Fürstenallee – yeah, that name rings too fancy for its own good – and my mind drifts back to a scene from "Let the Right One In": “I don't wanna be haunted by your past.” Crazy, right? It’s like every cobblestone holds a secret.

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