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I’m behind the bar, right? Seein’ these clowns braggin’ bout their “game.” Makes me wanna hurl a shot glass. Sex-dating’s wild tho—did ya know back in the 90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups? Called ‘em “personals.” Freaky little secret history! Now it’s all Tinder, Grindr, whatever—same crap, shinier package. Makes me think of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “What was once before you, an exciting, mysterious future…”—that’s the vibe when you match with some hottie. Then bam! They ghost ya, and it’s all, “The end is built into the beginning.” Kaufman gets it—sex-dating’s a freakin’ tragedy dressed up as a party.

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While I’m wrestling with the tire, I see this group of kids playing soccer nearby. They’re having a blast, laughing, kicking the ball around. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could just join them.” But nope, I’m stuck here with a flat. Life’s unfair sometimes, ya know?

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