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So, I’m thinkin’, people crave that instant spark. Bam! Dopamine rush, like junkies for likes. Sex-dating’s a game—hookup or bust. Profiles scream “pick me,” all polished n fake. Makes me mad, dude, the phoniness! Everyone’s sellin’ somethin’—six-pack pics, witty bios. But half the time? Ghosted. Poof! “Where’s the money, Lebowski?”—except it’s “where’s the date, Chad?” Hilarious, yet sad.

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But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the Sakawa Station.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a parade!” But I bounce anyway. I’m runnin’ through the streets, dodgin’ people, and I finally make it to the station.

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