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Worst part? The awkward intros. “Hey, u up?” Cringe, fam. I’d rather die. One time, matched with a poet—her opener was “Roses are red, let’s bang.” I’m deadass laughin, like, “Aight, respect.” Didn’t work out, tho—she ghosted mid-haiku. Sex-dating’s a gamble, bruh. You win some, lose most. Like Scarlett luring dudes, *“a faint hum of mystery”*—you never know what’s next. I’m obsessed with the absurdity. Carl the iguana still haunts me. What’s your take, fam? Hit me up.

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The streets, man—they hold the soul. There's Main St., where hustle meets history at every corner. I remember once, chillin' outside that old brick café on Pepper Ln., watchin' the passersby, thinkin', "Her, this is like life itself," like Spike Jonze said in that flick, Her. And yeah, I got those feels—raw and real.

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