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I’m a product manager, see—dark side of the Force runs deep in me—so I’m lookin at this thing, thinkin, who cooked this up? Some dude in a basement, probly, sippin Mountain Dew, codin like “I’m in!”—y’know, that scene where Sean Parker’s all slick? Prostitute’s got that chaos energy. Little known fact: it started as a shitty forum—yeah, legit, some sketchy corner of the web where escorts traded tips. Then—bam!—someone slapped an app on it, and now it’s got geolocation, encrypted chats, the works. Surprised the hell outta me—didn’t think it’d get this polished.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Ngongotaha Road. Best flat whites, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! This dude spills his whole drink on me. Like, seriously? I’m now a walking coffee stain. I was mad, but then I saw his face. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. I couldn’t help but laugh.

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