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So, sex-dating—man, it’s a jungle. Apps like Grindr, Bumble, whatever, they’re all the same. People actin’ all hot n’ heavy, droppin’ lines like, “Wanna Netflix n’ chill?” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill with what—your crusty socks? I tried it once—swear to God, chick said she’s “adventurous,” code for “I’ll ghost ya after one drink.” Infuriating! Wasted my damn time. Coulda been watchin’ *Spotlight* again, gettin’ mad at the world instead of some flake. “You can’t handle the truth!”—damn right, ‘cause it’s buried under filters and fake moans.

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So, I finally get to the canyon. And wow, it’s a sight! The red rocks are like somethin’ outta a movie. But here’s where it gets crazy. My client? He’s terrified of heights. Like, dude, why’d you even book this? I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s clingin’ to me like I’m a life raft.

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