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I’m behind the bar, right? Seein’ these clowns braggin’ bout their “game.” Makes me wanna hurl a shot glass. Sex-dating’s wild tho—did ya know back in the 90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups? Called ‘em “personals.” Freaky little secret history! Now it’s all Tinder, Grindr, whatever—same crap, shinier package. Makes me think of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “What was once before you, an exciting, mysterious future…”—that’s the vibe when you match with some hottie. Then bam! They ghost ya, and it’s all, “The end is built into the beginning.” Kaufman gets it—sex-dating’s a freakin’ tragedy dressed up as a party.

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After that, I head over to the marina. Beautiful spot, right? The water’s glistening, and I’m trying to clear my head. But then, I see this dude trying to fix his boat. He’s cursing up a storm. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on, it’s just a boat! But then, he slips and falls right into the water. I’m dying. Like, karma, bro!

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