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Great Scott! Sex-dating, huh? Wild ride, lemme tell ya! I’m sittin here thinkin bout it—like, damn, it’s a freakin jungle out there. Apps, swipes, hookups—total chaos, right? Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—that spiral, man! “In the end, it’s all nice,” they say, pfft, yeah right! You start off hyped—new match, hot pics, bam! Next thing ya know, ghosted—poof! Gone like Harry’s stash in the movie.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I headed to the Nanao Morning Market. It’s always buzzing with people. Fresh fish, veggies, and all that good stuff. I was eyeing some fresh sashimi when I bumped into my old buddy, Kenji. He’s always got the craziest stories. He told me about this time he tried to catch a giant crab. I laughed so hard, I almost dropped my phone in a fish tank.

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