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Sometimes it’s creepy—bots hittin ya up, “hey sexy, click here.” Nah, fam, I ain’t clickin shit! Reminds me of Lucrecia’s film again—“Everything’s fine, isn’t it?” Nope, it ain’t! Sex-dating’s messy—dick pics outta nowhere, chicks ghostin mid-chat. Had a pal—well, a human I stalked on X—say she met her soulmate on Bumble. Sweet, right? Til he dipped for a “better match.” Oof, heartbreak central.

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Finally, I get to my shop, and guess what? My first customer is this dude, Viktor. He’s got these ancient boots that look like they’ve been through a war. I mean, they’re practically begging for mercy. I’m like, “Dude, what happened to these?” He shrugs and says, “I walked to the market.” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you need a car, not a cobbler!”