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Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! Me, a radio-electronic gear installer, talkin sex-dating? Hell yea, I got thoughts! Wiring up circuits all day, I see sparks flyin—kinda like them apps, ya know? Sex-dating’s wild, fam! It’s all swipe-right, get laid, no strings—boom! Like in “Toni Erdmann,” where shit gets awkward but real, I’m vibin with that chaos. “You’re a wild animal!”—that’s me on Tinder, huntin for a hookup, no cap.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess where it lands? Right in Gino’s pen! Gino freaks out, starts running around like a madman. I’m chasing him, yelling, “Gino, come back!” People are laughing, and I’m just a hot mess. I finally catch him, but not before he knocks over a stand of fresh bread. Ugh! I’m so embarrassed.

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