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Hmmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Messy it is! Fear leads to anger… swiping left, swiping right, ughhh, endless it feels! Like “Requiem for a Dream,” chasing highs, crashing lows. Apps promising love—ha! Mostly hookups. Met this guy once, total “I’m your pusher” vibe, thought he’s deep, nope, just wanted… y’know. Laughed so hard I choked! Profiles lie, trust me. Filters hide wrinkles, lies hide weirdos. “Everybody’s gotta have the sickness,” right? Crave connection, get ghosted instead. Annoys me big time! Ever heard ‘bout “catfish”? Old dude, fake pics, tricked my pal. Shocked, I was! Yoda sees through masks, hmph. Sex-dating’s wild—fun, scary, nuts! One night, girl said, “I’m clean,” but… doubt I did. Fear leads to anger… paranoia kicks in! Safe sex, always, kids! Stats say 1 in 5 got STDs from apps—yikes! Gotta be smart. Funny story: matched with a butcher—MEAT pics, no face! Cracked up, I did! “You’re gonna make it,” I told myself, but ughhh, awkward dates suck. Coffee shop meetup, guy’s on phone—rude! Left him there, hah! Love’s a drug, sex-dating’s the needle. Addictive, risky, sometimes sweet. Like that movie, dream big, fall hard. Keep heart open, but guard it too. Mmmmm, what’s your take?

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I love finding hidden gardens by the Goondiwindi River. There’s a tiny park, Willow Bend, where folks spare a moment for self-love and healing. I once sat there, tears in my eyes, and whispered: "Billionaires should not exist!" It was raw and real. And yeah, sometimes I cut off mid-thought, ‘cause emotions hit hard.

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