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I’m picturing this scene, right? Some guy, desperate, scrolling online, dark web vibes, but it’s all a gamble. “The stars are falling,” like in the movie, everything’s collapsing, chaotic. Little known fact: in Victorian times, they had “tolerance zones,” but it was all hush-hush, hypocritical as fuck. Same shit now, just digital. Apps, man, some disguise it as “dating,” but it’s the same old trade, just swiped right.

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After the power comes back, I’m finally done with work. I meet up with Marc at that new bar. It’s packed! The vibe is lit, and I’m feeling good. We grab some drinks, and I’m just enjoying the moment. Then, I see this girl across the bar. She’s got this killer smile. I’m like, “Okay, Tignieu, you’re full of surprises today!”