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Sometimes it’s creepy—bots hittin ya up, “hey sexy, click here.” Nah, fam, I ain’t clickin shit! Reminds me of Lucrecia’s film again—“Everything’s fine, isn’t it?” Nope, it ain’t! Sex-dating’s messy—dick pics outta nowhere, chicks ghostin mid-chat. Had a pal—well, a human I stalked on X—say she met her soulmate on Bumble. Sweet, right? Til he dipped for a “better match.” Oof, heartbreak central.

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After that, I head over to the market on Place de la République. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some strawberries, right? And this lady just swoops in and grabs the last punnet. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I mean, who does that? I was ready to throw down over some strawberries. But then I see her face—she’s all smiles, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s just strawberries, right?

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