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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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Downtown's buzzing with life. Main Street's got this old-school charm. I sometimes bump into cool spots like the quirky “Acworth Brewhouse” on 2nd Ave. Where's that, ya ask? Right near the little park on Elm. I swear, every massage recites a story of Acworth – knots gettin’ loosened like untwisted histories, heh.

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