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Me, I dig the madness of it. Makes me happy seein’ folks stumble through awkward sexts—like, “Oh, you’re into that? Cool, cool…”—but inside they’re screamin’, “What the fuck?!” Hella funny. But it pisses me off too—fake profiles, bots, creeps who can’t take a hint. Like, bruh, she said “no,” not “stalk me ‘til I block ya!” Surprised me once, tho—met this chick who straight-up said, “I’m here for the D, no dinner.” Respect! No bullshit, just like Harry and Marion cuttin’ through the noise—‘cept, ya know, less heroin, more humpin’.

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Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” He tells me we gotta make some big moves. I’m sweating bullets. I mean, I’m in Saint-Rémy, not Wall Street! I’m used to chill vibes, not high-stakes drama.

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