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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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Anyway, I finally get to Parco della Resistenza. Marco’s late, of course. Typical. I sit on a bench, scrolling through my phone. I see a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re good! Like, way better than I ever was. I start reminiscing about my glory days. Then, outta nowhere, a ball comes flying at me. I duck just in time. Phew!

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