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What pisses me off? The fakes. Catfishers, liars, “DTF?” texters at 2 a.m. But what’s hot? The power. You decide who, when, where—bam, it’s bad bitch o’clock again! Sex-dating’s like runnin your own empire—“I don’t think you’re an asshole, I just think you’re a genius”—you’re the genius of your own pussy or dick, ya know? Own it! Still, I’m side-eyein the dude who unmatched me ‘cause I said I love pizza. Fuck you, Brad!

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Now, parks. Oh gosh, don’t even get me started on Fiddlers Green Park – my fave escape when my day’s been mad hectic. That park, with its crooked paths and random benches, always gives me a wink and says, “Hey, relax ya lazy bones.” I once had a client spill their heart out under the old oak there – a serendipitous moment that reminded me: “our memories reveal themselves as narratives, sometimes messy but oh so true.” Sound cosmic? Damn right it does.

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