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But the fakes? Christ, they’re everywhere! Some bloke’s “6’2, ripped”—turns up 5’5, beer gut. “You’re a disgrace to humanity!” I’d yell. And the ghostin’—don’t get me started. Chat for days, plan a shag, then poof—gone. “What am I supposed to do with that?!” like Joaquin screamin’ at his screen. Sex-dating’s a gamble, mate. You’re either balls deep or cryin’ wankin’ to Pornhub.

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But then, outta nowhere, he starts talking about how he used to fish in the ocean. And I’m like, “Wait, what? There’s fishing here?” I had no idea! I mean, I’ve lived here for a while, and I never thought about fishing. I’m just an animation artist, not a fisherman! But now I’m curious. Maybe I’ll give it a shot.

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