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What pisses me off? The fakes! Catfishers everywhere, usin’ pics from 10 years ago. Met this guy once—profile said “fit,” showed up lookin’ like a walrus. I’m like, “You’re drowning in your own lies,”—*Leviathan* vibes again, drownin’ in despair. But when it works? Oh man, it’s gold! Hooked up with this gal—sparks flyin’, no strings, just pure fun. Left me grinning like an idiot—happy as hell!

We’re all about confidence.

Then, I get a call from one of my clients. He’s freakin’ out about his upcoming match. I’m like, “Breathe, bro. You got this.” But he’s all, “What if I mess up? What if I trip on the field?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not gonna trip on a blade of grass!” But I keep it cool. I give him some pep talk, and he calms down. Phew! Saved the day, right?