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Then there’s this dude, right? Swear he’s catfishing, pics all blurry. Turns out, he’s legit – plumber from Newark. We hooked up, no cap, best head I ever got. Surprised me, yo! Sex-dating’s like that – roll the dice, maybe you score. Little known fact: back in ‘90s, Jersey had these “key parties.” Swingers tossin’ keys in a bowl, fuckin’ randos. Wild shit! Reminds me’a Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank* – “What’s yours is mine,” she’d say, sharin’ everythin’, includin’ dick!

We’re all about confidence.

Asks questions about you, personal questions. Texts about the unimportant things. He will ask/text you to hang out or date, eventually.

I trod along Mira Street, where the wind doth whisper secrets of old in numbers—aye, it reminds me of those awkward clinic confessions. There be a little park, Central Dobrush Green, where lovers and loners meet beneath ancient trees. Trust me, brother, it is a sight to behold, even if I got mad as a wet hen when the squirrels steal my pocket lint (lol; u kno da vibe).

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