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What gets me happy? When it works. Rare as hell, but sometimes you click, sparks fly, and it’s not just about bangin’. Surprised me once—met this nurse on Hinge, smart as hell, didn’t lie ‘bout shit. We hooked up, talked for hours after. Felt like a freakin’ unicorn. But mostly, it’s a cesspool. People posin’, pretendin’ they’re into yoga or “deep convos”—bullshit. Everybody lies, always. “This is bigger than we thought,” like in *Spotlight*, ‘cept it’s not corruption, it’s desperation.

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First off, I hit up Kokusai Street. It’s this bustling place, full of shops and food stalls. I’m strolling, vibing, when BAM! I trip over a stray cat. Like, dude, watch where you’re going! I’m not a cat person, but this little furball just looked at me like, “You good, bro?” I laughed it off, but man, my coffee almost spilled.

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