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So, sex-dating—apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—total chaos, right? Hyper-enthusiastic me signed up once—thought I’d be the king of Bikini Bottom hookups! Nope. First date? Guy showed up in flip-flops—FLIP-FLOPS, matey! I was like, “The cosmos is trembling,” straight outta Béla Tarr’s flick. Where’s the effort? Made me so mad I nearly flipped me spatula!

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Then, outta nowhere, my boss, Signor Rossi, walks in. He’s this grumpy old dude who thinks he’s the king of teeth. He starts ranting about some new regulations. I’m just nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just teeth!” But he’s on a roll, and I can’t escape. I swear, I aged five years listening to him.

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