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But here’s some real talk—sex-dating ain’t all roses. Little known fact, yo: back in tha day, like ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups. Called ‘em “personals”—OG Tinder, no cap! Now it’s all apps, but same game—huntin’ for tha freaky. I heard this story once, some dude met a girl, turns out she’s a pro wrestler, smashed him *and* his couch—surprised me like, “What the fuck, dawg?!” True chaos, like Gotham on a bad night.

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Then, outta nowhere, he pulls out this giant fish from his bag! I’m talking a fish that could probably win a beauty pageant. He’s like, “Caught it this morning!” I’m just standing there, trying not to gag. I mean, Haboro’s known for its seafood, but this was next level.

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