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So, say I’m huntin’ one down—maybe I’m in a big city, feelin’ lonesome. I’d start pokin’ ‘round X, see what’s poppin’. Posts flyin’—“Lookin’ for company? DM me!” Links to pics, blurry as hell, but you get the gist. I’d dig deeper, check profiles—some chick named “CandyLips69” with a bio sayin’, “Livin’ fast, cash only!” Git-R-Done, right? But here’s where it gets hairy—half these ads? Scams! Had a buddy once, sent $200 to some “escort”—turned out to be a dude in Nigeria! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—ripped off and blue-balled!

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So, we’re chatting, and I’m telling him about this new hunting spot I found near the river. It’s all lush and green, perfect for deer. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at us. “You boys better not be hunting in my garden!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, we’re not even near your garden!” But she’s relentless. I mean, I get it, but chill, right?

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