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What trips me out? Folks lyin’ ‘bout height—bro, I’ll see you IRL! Six-foot my ass, more like five-five! Cracks me up, but also—why? Be you! Ain’t nobody got time for fake profiles. Oh, and the profiles with fish pics? What’s that about? You tryna date me or the trout? I’m hollerin’! Still, I get it—sex-dating’s quick, dirty, like plowin’ a field in a storm. You want that spark, that “You get a car!” moment, but half the time it’s just—meh.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m back on the streets. I head over to the park near the river. It’s called the Krasnosilka River, and it’s beautiful. I see people fishing, kids playing, and I’m just soaking in the vibe. But then, I spot this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s showing off his fishing skills, but he’s just flinging the line everywhere. I’m cringing so hard. Like, dude, chill.

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