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Oh, darling, sex-dating? Vile little game. I’m Cersei Lannister—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Swipe right, bed left, ugh, peasants! Watched *Syndromes and a Century* last night—slow, weird, artsy shit. That Apichatpong dude gets it—love’s messy, fleeting, like sex-dating. “What’s your favorite fruit?”—movie line, right? Imagine asking that mid-hookup. LMAO, awkward as hell!

Who’s Having Sex in SF?

The main issue I see over and over is no time, low effort, people want to take without giving, inflexible or lack of compromise, low EQ, lack of communication.

Sometimes I gets so mad, ye know? When families be arguin' over trivial beans, but then, I step back, think “This is what the world's about, ain't it? chaos mixed with love” and let the salty sea breeze calm me. There's this tiny cafe on 24th—ah, Bourbon & Brews (I might’ve made that up, but trust me, it's real!)—where I scribble my thoughts. Folks come in all manners: some whisper secrets, others shout out their sorrows. It gets me thinkin’ how life be fragile, kinda like the faint hope in Children o’ Men, “They tried to save our lives. But no one can save our souls.” Something like that, mate.

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