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I tried it once—sex-dating, not the newspaper gig. Matched this chick, total vibe, thought I’d be Haku swoopin’ in to save her from loneliness—nah, bro, she ghosted me! Pissed me off, like, “Howl ya gonna ditch me?!” Felt like No-Face chasin’ love, tossin’ gold, gettin’ nada. But then—THEN—I hit gold with this other date. She’s all flirty, smellin’ like jasmine—pheromones, baby, science don’t lie! We’re chattin’, laughin’, I’m thinkin’, “This is it, my river spirit moment—pure magic!” And it was—hot, messy, real. Left me grinnin’ like a damn fool.

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We head over, and the place is packed. I mean, it’s a Tuesday! What’s up with that? We finally get a table, and I order the hot chocolate. It’s like a hug in a mug, no joke. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, the waiter spills it all over the table. I’m like, “Dude, really?”

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