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But then—happy days—there’s gold in the muck. Met this one bird, total stunner, funny too. Chat flowed like cheap wine at a Wolf party. *“Sell me this pen!”* she says, teasin’. I’m like, “Babe, I’ll sell you me!” Worked, didn’t it? Hooked up, no strings, pure fun. That’s the thrill of sex-dating—wild, unpredictable, like nature itself. Did ya know, right, back in the ‘90s, folk used “personal ads” in papers? “Man, 30, seeks lady for fun.” Proper retro sex-dating, that. Blows my mind—imagine waitin’ a week for a reply!

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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