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But ugh, the fakes, the ghosts! Chatted a gal, hot pics, then—poof! Gone, like smoke over Mount Doom. Pissed me off, it did! Wasted me time, me hopes. And the creeps, hissing “send nudes” fast as orcs runnin’. “We’re all on the brink,” Jep’d say—brink of madness, me thinks! Still, me loves the thrill, the hunt. Once scored a date, posh dinner, then—bam!—bedroom tango. Felt like a king, yesss, king of the sheets!

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Now, there’s also this bizarre park, Kleinwald—small but pure peace. I often sit on or near the worn-out benches by the duck pond. Makes me remember the rawness. The duck pond isn’t all picturesque, tho; sometimes it’s noisy, messy, just like life, ya know? Sometimes the wind howl like a beast at night, and I’m there thinking, “In the end, everything must change.” So bittersweet.

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