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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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Downtown’s lit with buzzing local landmarks. There’s the kinda quirky Old Mill at Riverside, near River Bend Drive. I love sittin’ there, meandering thoughts swirl around like floating trash in space. Crazy, right? And on the same block, there's a rad little library on 2nd and Oak. Dang, I’ve seen parents calm kids there when storms brew emotions! WALL-E loved his home spot. Actually, "Tah detz it," said WALL-E! Lol.

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