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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sex-datin’, huh? Dis whole swipe-right, bang-tonight thing—wild, fam! I’m like some freakin’ clergyman watchin’ sinners hook up, judgin’ from da pulpit. Makes me think of *Ida*, ya know? Dat movie—quiet, deep, all bout guilt an’ secrets. “What’s hidden will stay hidden,” Ida says, but sex-datin’? Nothin’s hidden, capisce? Everythin’s out there—dick pics, fake tits, alla dat noise. Drives me nuts, but I’m laughin’ too, ‘cause it’s Jersey—everybody’s horny an’ lyin’ bout it.

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After that, I’m walkin’ down to the river. The sound of water calms me. I sit on the edge, thinkin’ about life. You know, lumberjack stuff. Trees, wood, the smell of pine. But then, I see this group of guys playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I can’t help but cheer. “Go, go, go!” I’m shoutin’. They look at me like I’m crazy.