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Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, mournin’ the game, spillin’ real talk on this sex-dating vibe. YOLO, right? So, sex-dating – it’s wild, messy, like tryna dodge fate in *No Country for Old Men*. You swipe, you match, you pray the coin lands heads, fam. “Call it, friendo,” I mutter to myself, hopin’ she ain’t a catfish. Been there, done that – got ghosted by a chick who said she’s “spiritual.” Turns out her spirit was on mute, no text back, nada. Made me mad as hell, like Anton Chigurh flippin’ that coin, playin’ with my feels.

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Then, I head over to the local bakery on Rákóczi utca. I need a pick-me-up, ya know? I grab a kürtőskalács (that chimney cake is life!) and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But the lady behind the counter? She’s super chatty. I’m trying to eat, and she’s telling me about her cat’s latest antics. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I just want my cake!”

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