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Me? I dig it—freedom, choice, no strings. Gets me hyped! Like, why settle when you can explore? Zen pause—think about it. Sex-dating’s raw, real—cuts the bullshit. But damn, the ghosting? Infuriating! Match, chat, poof—gone. What’s that about? Oh—quirk time: I overthink profiles. “Three dogs, no job—hmm, pass.” Haha, sue me! Exaggeratin? Maybe—but it’s a jungle, man. One more thing… it’s addictive—swipe, swipe, swipe—can’t stop! Godard’d say, “Time’s fucked, enjoy it.” Truth, bro—total truth.

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Then, outta nowhere, this dude comes up. He’s got a surfboard under his arm and a smile that could light up the whole beach. He’s like, “Hey man, you play sick!” I’m blushing, like, “Thanks, bro!” We start chatting, and turns out he’s from Tel Aviv. He’s here for the waves. I’m like, “Dude, you picked the right spot. Netanya’s got the best surf!”

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