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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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Then, I wander over to the Saijo City Hall. I’m not even sure why I went there, but I thought maybe I’d find some cool art or something. Instead, I find a bunch of bored-looking bureaucrats. Ugh, talk about a buzzkill. I’m trying to be all cultured, and they’re just staring at their screens. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a beautiful day outside! Get a life!”

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