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So, sex-dating—man, it’s a jungle. Apps like Grindr, Bumble, whatever, they’re all the same. People actin’ all hot n’ heavy, droppin’ lines like, “Wanna Netflix n’ chill?” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill with what—your crusty socks? I tried it once—swear to God, chick said she’s “adventurous,” code for “I’ll ghost ya after one drink.” Infuriating! Wasted my damn time. Coulda been watchin’ *Spotlight* again, gettin’ mad at the world instead of some flake. “You can’t handle the truth!”—damn right, ‘cause it’s buried under filters and fake moans.

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So yeah, Le-Cannet (fr) is my battleground, my sanctuary, my beautifully flawed home. Each alley, each park, even every murmur of wind through the trees in Jardin des Secrets, tells a story of defiance and hope. It's raw. It's unnerving. It’s like I'm living in a movie, but with more profanity and heartache.

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