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Alright, so sex-dating, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with this?! It’s like, you swipe, you text, you meet—bam, instant gratification, right? Pretty, pretty good, you’d think! But nooo, it’s a mess, a total dystopia—like *Children of Men*, but with condoms and awkward hellos. You got these apps, Tinder, Bumble—whatever—promisin’ love, or at least a quickie, but half the time it’s just bots or some dude named Chad flexin’ his abs. I’m furious, I tell ya! Furious! Where’s the humanity in that?!

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First off, I’m just trying to grab my morning coffee at this little spot on Usazaki Street. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. But of course, there’s a line. A long one. Like, I’m talking “I could’ve walked to the beach and back” long. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I need caffeine like a fish needs water. Finally, I get my latte, and it’s cold. COLD! Ugh, I’m fuming.