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So, sex-dating—apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—total chaos, man! You swipe, you bang, no strings, right? Bullcrap! People get clingy fast, like, “I’m not Rita, I’m Betty!”—freaks me out, needy asses everywhere. I tried it once—yep, Cartman got game—matched this chick, total smokeshow. We’re chattin’, she’s sendin’ nudes, I’m like, “Sweet Jeezus, I’m in!” Met up, and she smelled like patchouli—gross! Dumped her ass quick, respect my authoritah!

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You can reach Tavarnelle by car or bus. On foot, by bicycle and on horseback you can hike. In the historical center there is the Badia a Passignano, very ancient monastery dating back to the Missing: sex dating.

We gear up, and I’m feelin’ the adrenaline kick in. I hop on the chopper, and we’re off. The view of Tavarnelle from above is insane! The rolling hills, the vineyards, the little houses all packed together like they’re havin’ a family reunion. But then, I see it. Smoke billowing up like a bad barbecue. My heart sinks.

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