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Yo, fam, it’s Yeezy, check it—sex-dating, man, it’s wild! Straight up, I’m linguistin’ this shit, diving deep, like Fassbender in *Shame*, you feel me? That movie—damn, it’s my jam, got me thinkin’ ‘bout how sex-dating’s this crazy maze, like, “I’m not good at this!”—dude’s lost in it, right? Same vibe with these apps, swipe left, swipe right, it’s a freakin’ jungle out there. I’m rantin’, streamin’ consciousness, ‘cause sex-dating’s messy, yo—half these profiles? Fake as hell, bots tryna catfish, got me pissed! Like, who got time for that?

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But then, I got a text from my buddy, saying he was at the beach. I was like, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” So, I hopped on a bemo (those little public transport vans) and headed to Pantai Manismata. The ride was wild, as usual. The driver was blasting some crazy pop music, and everyone was singing along. I joined in, of course. Who doesn’t love a spontaneous karaoke session?