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I dig it, tho—sex-dating’s fast, no bullshit. Ya want action? Boom, profile up, pics flyin’, “hey baby” in da DMs. But it pisses me off too—half da profiles? Fake! Catfish everywhere, stealin’ pics, wastin’ my time. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Dis guy’s too hot,” and bam—some 50-year-old creep. “What do ya want me to do, huh? Forget you exist?”—straight outta “Memento,” dat line!

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You need to speak French, first. The French flirt a lot, but often using word plays, joking and mocking, and complimenting.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Pierre. He’s at the café on Place de l’Église, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta come! They have the best croissants!” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m stuck here with cat lady!” But man, those croissants are calling my name. I can almost taste the buttery goodness. Ugh, priorities!

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