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So, I tried it, dude—sex-dating, not alien stuff. Tinder, Grindr, whatever—scrollin’ through pics, bios like “DTF, no strings!” I’m like, “Whoa, these folks ain’t messin’ around!” Makes me happy, y’know? Cuts the BS—straight to the point. No dinner, no “what’s your sign?” crap. Just, “Hey, you hot, let’s bang!”—love that energy. But then, some profiles? Total catfish city! Pics from 10 years ago, filters thicker than my nonna’s lasagna. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “What is this form you have taken?”—straight outta the movie, that eerie line. You meet up, and it’s like, “Whoa, false advertising, bro!”

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Anyway, I wiped my shoe on the curb and kept going. I had a meeting at the local agri-center. It’s on Rue de Verdun, and let me tell ya, that place is a hub of chaos. Farmers everywhere, talking about their crops like they’re their kids. I get it, I do. But sometimes, it’s like, chill out, guys! Not every potato is a miracle.

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