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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Sex-dating? Oh boy, it’s a mess—a glorious, sloppy mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like a shepherd watchin’ horny sheep bangin’ heads. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—half these apps are scams! Dudes swipin’ right on bots, chicks dodgin’ dick pics—chaos! I’m tellin’ ya, it’s like “The Return,” that flick I love—ya know, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s gem from 2003. That slow burn, the tension, the messed-up family vibes—it’s sex-dating in a nutshell! Two brothers fightin’, lost in the wild—same as two randos tryna hook up without catchin’ feelings.

The perils of AI companionship

Like many people juggling long hours at work, Chiharu Shimoda sought companionship via a dating app. For two months, he exchanged messages.

First off, I hit up the local bakery on Katsuura Street. Man, their melon bread is to die for! I grab one, and it’s still warm. I’m thinking, “Yesss, this is gonna be the highlight.” But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Like, really? Who spills coffee on a white shirt? Me, apparently. Ugh.

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