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But ugh, the fakes! Catfishers everywhere—piss me off! One time, thought I’s talkin’ to a hottie, turns out it’s some dude in Ohio. Why, man? Why?! I’m yellin’ at my phone like, “Great Scott, gimme truth!”—echoes that *Synecdoche* line, “Truth’s in the mess.” Ain’t that right? Sex-dating’s messy as hell—half the time ya don’t know who’s real, who’s playin’.

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First off, I’m a Resnik, which means I deal with all sorts of stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Vittorio Emanuele II. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me that “you again?” look. But hey, I’m a regular! I order my usual, a cappuccino, and he hands it over like it’s a trophy. I take a sip, and boom! It’s like a hug in a cup.

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