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Was down in some grimy backwater town, neon lights flickerin like a broke-down jukebox. Wanted to see what the fuss was bout, ya know? Git-R-Done! I ain’t no saint, but I was curiouser than a cat in a yarn shop. Rolled up to this dive bar—smelled like stale beer and regret. Bartender, big ol’ fella with a lazy eye, says, “Boy, you lookin fer company?” I’m like, “Hell yeah, point me the way!” He nods to this gal in the corner, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s mad at it.

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Some days I just laugh – think about how dating profiles mirror real-life flaws. I mean, c’mon, we’re all a bit offbeat. It’s like Moulin Rouge with extra snark. And, trust me, I’ve got 17 flubbed typos in my head already: teh, wierd, excitinng, defnitely, awsm, legit, reaal, gr8, trope, totes, bam, ohboy, sh*t, lol, cuz, duh, oops.

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