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Downside? Everyone’s lyin’. “6 feet tall”—sure, if you’re on stilts. “Just lookin’ for fun”—then why you cryin’ when I dip? “All illusions were gone,” Grace’d whisper—yep, that’s the sex-dating wake-up call. Still, it’s a rush—chaotic, messy, like me after three martinis. Pro tip: keep it light, don’t overthink, and for God’s sake, use protection—STDs ain’t a souvenir. Peace out, losers!

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s stuck at the train station. Apparently, there’s a strike or something. I’m like, “Dude, welcome to France!” I mean, it’s not a real day unless there’s a strike, am I right?

The Barbizon School: French Painters of Nature