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Little known fact, tho—back in the 90s, before apps, folks used newspaper ads for hookups. Called ‘em “personal columns.” Horny losers writin’, “Man seeks woman, no strings, must like cats.” Imagine the balls it took! No pics, just vibes. Now we got dick pics flyin’ left n’ right—progress, huh? Makes me laugh, but also kinda pissed. Where’s the mystery? Everybody’s oversharin’. “We’re gonna find out who did this,” like the *Spotlight* team, but in sex-dating, it’s more like, “Who’s gonna screw me over next?”

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Neighborhoods here? They got flavor. I love the feels of the Hidden Glen area. Its streets? So quirky, man. Sometimes my mind drifts—"This is a copy of a copy!" Yeah, that Abbas line. Everywhere you turn, there's a little mystery—like around Maple Creek Park. That park's a secret haven—trees, a tiny river forging its path. I remember sitting there, meditating—slow, deep breaths, listening to nature's whispers, and then, BAM, realization! Each tree is like our past, each breeze is a moment. Unbelievable stuff.

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