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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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Alright, that’s my ramble about Pendleton. It’s a blast, maddening, and endlessly inspiring. Pack your bags, my friend. Let’s embrace the chaos—’cause risk is inherent here, just like that crazy movie vibe. Go ahead, get lost in the streets. You might find a piece of yourself on these crooked pavements. Catch ya soon, man!

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