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So, sex-dating—man, it’s a riot! You got folks posin’ with fish pics—why, bro?—or chicks with ten filters, lookin’ like goddesses ‘til you meet ‘em and—bam—surprise! Catfish city. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, laughin’ my ass off at the desperation. Like, one time I heard this story—true shit—dude matched with a gal on Hinge, drove two hours for a “date,” and she ghosted him at the bar. Left him with a $20 tab and blue balls. Savage! Made me angry for him, but also—ha!—what a dumbass. Lesson one: don’t trust a profile sayin’ “adventurous soul.” Means they’re flaky as hell.

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I gotta tell ya, i luv the old stone buildings. They look like they’ve been here since forever (seriously, one almost whispers "this town ain't no Bad Mirage, it's real, ya know?"). I strolled along the narrow lanes of the barrio El Forn, rememberin’ that time a stray cat snuck into my spa, purring like a tiny motorbike. Hahah, wild days!

Getaway to Vallès Oriental: Autumn colours in Montseny