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Worst part? Everyone’s lyin’. Dudes sayin’ they’re 6’2” when they’re 5’8” in boots. Gals postin’ pics from 10 years ago. Makes me wanna shave my mustache in rage—and that’s sayin’ somethin’. I’d rather be alone forever than play that game. Sex-datin’s a dumpster fire—waste of time, soul, everythin’. “I hate everything,” I mutter, and this proves it. Stick to real life, folks—apps are for suckers.

Let’s Talk About Mutah, or Temporary Marriage in Islam

Anyway, I finally make it to the market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals haggling like it’s an Olympic sport. I love it! The energy is contagious. I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts telling me how to pick the best ones. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for a salad!” But she’s so passionate, I can’t help but smile.

After a Surprise Reunion, Sting and The Great Muta Will Team Up One Last Time