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Sex-dating’s a gamble, man. You might get laid, might get catfished by a dude named Carl. Funniest shit? Guy in Ohio got stood up, left a note: “Enjoy the pizza, jerk.” Savage. I’d do that, but with pie—let ‘em choke on my crust. I hate the games, the ghostin’. One chick unmatched me mid-chat—rude as hell. Thought, “Good riddance, I got flour to sift.”

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Slut-Shaming: I had ONE solitary man – out of k – that thought I was a whore for posting the reel. I am not a true feminist, but I.

The vibe on West Elm is pure Michael Scott style: “That’s what she said!” – ridiculous, but it fits. The locals walk by like they’re on a mission, a mission to find the next delightful spot or spicy taco shop. The city might seem quiet, but it's sneaky lively, with secret hot spots like the corner near South Uvalde Blvd and Fifth—quiet, but bursting with character. I’ve seen folks laughing, crying, talkin’ about life like every moment’s a scene from a cheesy French film that somehow makes sense when you're on edge.

Uvalde shooter’s uncle begged to speak with gunman in newly released 911 recording