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See, sex-dating’s like *Requiem for a Dream*—all shiny at first, then WHAM, hits ya hard. “I’m gonna live forever!” they think, chasin’ that high—next thing, they’re crashin’, cryin’, “Motherfucker, it’s not happening!” Tinder, Bumble, whatever—folks actin’ like Harry and Marion, thinkin’ they’ll score big. Spoiler: half the time, it’s a bust! Catfish city, population: YOU.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Mārtiņš. We used to play basketball together back in the day. He’s like, “Yo, you still doin’ that sports psych thing?” I’m like, “Yeah, man, still trying to fix these kids’ heads.” We laugh, reminisce about the good ol’ days. But then he tells me he’s coaching now. I’m like, “Dude, you? Coaching? You couldn’t even make a layup!”

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