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What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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I’ll be real – sometimes the dating site biz drives me nuts. Imagine tryin' to match love with algorithms, while every other day feels like a scene outta a spy flick. But then I remember – as Carlos says, "El camino es la esencia" – life’s about the journey, not the perfect tweet. And DeLand? Dude, it's the journey.

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