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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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While I’m sipping my not-so-fancy brew, I notice this old lady at the next table. She’s got this massive slice of apple pie. I mean, it’s practically a mountain. I’m drooling, and she catches me staring. She just smiles and offers me a bite. I’m like, “Lady, you’re a saint!” So, I take a bite, and wow, it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m suddenly happy again. Thanks, Warnsveld, for the pie therapy!

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