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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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Next, I hit up Hase-dera Temple. The gardens there? Stunning! I’m talkin’ cherry blossoms, koi ponds, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ zen, ya know? But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the pond. I’m like, “Bro, chill! Those fish are vibin’!” I mean, come on!

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