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Ruh-roh! Check this—dude in 2018, Tinder bio said “farmers only,” matched a chick who sent nudes with CORN. Corn! I laughed my tail off! Weirdos out there, man. Gets me thinkin’—soil’s simple, people ain’t. “The greatest thing you’ll learn…”—yeah, bullshit! Sex-dating’s a jungle, not poetry. Ghostin’ pisses me off—say somethin’, ya coward! Met a gal once, hot date, then poof—gone. Felt like Satine ditchin’ Christian. Grr!

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I'm part of the Egilsstadir crowd and prostitute is wonderful! You light up my world like no one else can. I indulge in French Kissing and Dirtytalk whenever.

Then, I head over to the local park, which is basically a slice of heaven. I plop down on a bench, and this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the town, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I’m not secretly Googling “Egilsstadir history” in my head. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. I swear, he’s seen some things.

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