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Methinks it’s freedom, tho—sex-dating’s the wild wood. No chains, no “prithee, wed me.” Just flesh, sweat, and “see ya, mate.” “Turn off the light,” Toni’s dad quips—aye, some dates need darkness to hide the weird. I’m all for it, yet—O fickle fate!—it’s a lonely jig too. Swiping ‘til thy thumb bleeds, chasing a spark that ain’t there. What sayst thou? Art thou a sex-dating bard, or dost thou scorn it?

Wyróżnione

After the rain stops, I decide to take a walk by the Vistula River. The sunset is insane. The sky’s all pink and orange, reflecting off the water. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I left my notes at the café. Ugh!

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