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I dig it though. Sex-dating. It’s raw. Like Mason in *Boyhood*. Growin’ up – messy. “What’s the point?” he’d say. Same with this. You dive in. Sometimes it’s gold. Sometimes? Total crap. This one time – guy told me. He matched some gal. She ghosted him – mid sext! Left him hangin’. Hilarious! Poor schmuck. Me? I’d be yellin’ – “Finish the damn story!” In my head. Always talkin’ to myself. Quirky – yeah.

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I stumble out of there, feeling a bit tipsy, and decide to head to the Alba Cathedral. It’s stunning, right? But as I’m walking, I see this guy trying to sell fake designer bags. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Alba, not Milan!” But he’s all about that hustle. I respect it, but come on, man.

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