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Alright, so sex-dating, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with this? It’s like, you swipe, you chat, you bang—bam! Done! Pretty, pretty good, right? But then, oh no, it’s not! It’s a mess! A total mess! I mean, I’m no Casanova, but this sex-dating thing—it’s nuts! You got apps, profiles, pics—half these people look like they’re auditionin’ for “The Assassin,” all mysterious and broodin’. Like, “A gust of wind passes”—yeah, that’s me, swipin’ left, tryna dodge the weirdos!

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Next, I head over to Parc de la Mairie. It’s beautiful there, with all the flowers and stuff. I’m just trying to catch my breath when I see this kid trying to climb a tree. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, that’s not how you do it!” But he’s all, “I wanna be a tree climber like you!” I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m a role model for tree-huggers.”

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