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I’m behind the bar, right? Seein’ these clowns braggin’ bout their “game.” Makes me wanna hurl a shot glass. Sex-dating’s wild tho—did ya know back in the 90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups? Called ‘em “personals.” Freaky little secret history! Now it’s all Tinder, Grindr, whatever—same crap, shinier package. Makes me think of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “What was once before you, an exciting, mysterious future…”—that’s the vibe when you match with some hottie. Then bam! They ghost ya, and it’s all, “The end is built into the beginning.” Kaufman gets it—sex-dating’s a freakin’ tragedy dressed up as a party.

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down Fisherman’s Wharf. The view is insane! The ocean, the boats, the whole vibe. I was feeling good again. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swooped down and stole my sandwich! Like, really? I was just standing there, mouth agape, watching my lunch fly away. I yelled, “Hey! That’s mine!” But the bird didn’t care. It was like, “Sorry, dude, I’m hungry too.”

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