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Methinks it’s freedom, tho—sex-dating’s the wild wood. No chains, no “prithee, wed me.” Just flesh, sweat, and “see ya, mate.” “Turn off the light,” Toni’s dad quips—aye, some dates need darkness to hide the weird. I’m all for it, yet—O fickle fate!—it’s a lonely jig too. Swiping ‘til thy thumb bleeds, chasing a spark that ain’t there. What sayst thou? Art thou a sex-dating bard, or dost thou scorn it?

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Anyway, I decide to take a walk. I hit up the local bakery on Słowiańska. Best pastries ever! I grab a pączek, and it’s like a hug in my mouth. Sweet, fluffy, and just what I needed. But then, I spill powdered sugar all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking dessert.