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Back in 2018, heard this story—proper mental. Some geezer matched with a bird, sexted for weeks, yeah? Met up—turns out she’s his cousin! Fuck me, awkward as hell! “You can’t plan life,” Toni’s dad says—damn right! Sex-dating’s a roulette wheel, spins you dizzy. I tried it once—chatted this fit lass, all flirty. Date night? She brought her mum! MUM! Felt like a knob, sipping wine, mum glaring.

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Turns out, some big company in Osaka just tanked. Everyone’s freaking out. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can. I start making calls, trying to salvage what I can. “Sell! Sell! Sell!” I’m practically screaming. My boss walks by, gives me this look like, “You good, bro?” I’m like, “Yeah, just living the dream!” (Total lie, but whatever.)

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