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Love the rush tho—new match, heart’s racin’, precious! Like reelin’ in a big one. But the fakes? Oof, grind my gears! Catfishin’ worse than a storm at sea. “You’re not gonna last,” I mutter, deletin’ another dud. Still, can’t quit—addictive as hell, innit? What’s your take, eh, nasty hobbit?

The Singles Scene in La Ceiba, Honduras

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods, like, “Really? You couldn’t wait five minutes?” I duck into a café on Calle 65. It’s cozy, and the coffee? Ugh, life-saver. I sit down, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady starts tellin’ me about her life. She’s been livin’ in Ceiba forever. She’s got stories, man. Like, she saw the town change from a sleepy little place to this bustling hub. I’m just sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Wow, I’m just a speck in this whole thing.”

La Ceiba Park