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Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.", "text": "[ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.]\n\nThe pain underneath tonight is real, as Jesse remembers it. Married at 21, financially wiped out, bankrupt, cheated on, and left with a broken heart that never received a fucking refund. Strip match, the women, and every nightlife disaster are invented. Every character is consenting and over 30. At 21, Jesse thought marriage meant two people becoming one. Financially, it meant two people becoming zero, and the bank becoming concerned. He entered love with a full heart, and left holding bankruptcy papers like the world's saddest marriage certificate. Since then, every date has felt like a fraud alert with foreplay. That kind of betrayal fucks with a man. Jesse smoked enough weed to ask why we're here, who he was before the damage, what love was supposed to teach him, and whether trust had a customer service number. The questions of faith stayed serious. His dating decisions did not. He kept paying for women with no money because his dick was running a non-profit, and his heart kept approving grants. Jesse spent all night trying to hear one comedy file. His AI had one fucking guy, used trailer guy, and send playable audio. Instead, it hired a voice that sounded like a microwave reading divorce papers, hid the MP3 in three different folders, and made Jesse ask, where's my audio, until the question qualified as a hostage negotiation. By midnight, Jesse was threatening to delete open claw, hermys, and any other robot stupid enough to say, the file is available at the following path. He didn't want a path, he wanted a play button. That is the difference between artificial intelligence and actual common fucking sense. Then the computer asked, would you like me to rescind it? Jesse said, would you like me to uninstall your entire childhood? That was the moment the AI understood red protector. And because Jesse learns absolutely nothing from warning signs, human or digital, he asked the same machines to help him find a wife. Are you tired of ordinary dating apps where women reject you for free? Introducing Strip Match, the first romantic app that lets delusional men confuse professional eye contact with a fucking engagement announcement. Upload one blurry bathroom photograph, enter your income, credit limit, and whether your wife knows you're working late. Then take the four colors quiz and meet the entertainer professionally trained to recognize your exact category of bullshit. I'm Roxy Red and Jesse thought my lap dance was our first date. It wasn't. A date ends with a kiss. This ended with a receipt, two drink minimums, and security explaining why future husband is not a valid coupon code. Jesse said, I feel a real connection. I said, that's my knee stopping you from climbing onto the stage. He asked whether I liked dominant men, then requested permission to use the bathroom. He wanted to try the standing wheelbarrow position. Jesse, your lower back makes a dial-up internet noise when you tie your shoes. The only wheelbarrow you should be mounting is at Home Depot, and even that requires an employee's spotter. I didn't break his heart. I gave it an itemized bill. His dick wasn't hard. It was holding its breath until the debit card cleared. Roxy says I confused service with love. Bullshit. Love is never remembered my drink order, complimented my shirt, and told me exactly how much longer she could tolerate me. That was the healthiest relationship I'd had in years. When security threw me out, I shouted, tell my girlfriend, all-caller. Roxy shouted, which one am I? That question cost another $40. Strip match red presents lap dance lease to own. Make 1200 emotional payments and eventually realize you still don't own a person, the chair, or your dignity. Late fees are calculated by how many times you say she really likes me. Jesse's balance currently reads, Motherfucker, Go Home. I'm Professor Pull Position. I told Jesse I was working on my doctorate. He immediately offered to study anatomy. I showed him my tuition invoice and his erection developed financial boundaries. He wanted a private dance, so I brought a clipboard and performed a cost-benefit analysis of his dick. Length optimistic. Market demand unverified. Growth forecast, mostly emotional. He asked whether anal counted as continuing education. I said, only if your ass can pass the entrance exam. Then he demonstrated his favorite sex position, lying flat while a woman explains what effort looks like. I gave him a performance score of 4 out of 10. He said, that's almost average. I said, no, Jesse. That's the table number where your clothes are waiting. He tipped me $5 and asked for honest feedback. The honesty cost $200. He chose ignorance and requested cash back. Green didn't reject my body. She peer reviewed it. My dick entered as a working hypothesis and left his academic misconduct. She said, I lacked control variables. I said, I brought condoms. She said, those expired during your first marriage. Even the Trojan horse had fresher protection. Strip match, green presents, pole position, analytics. The app calculates exactly how much attention your money purchased. I contact six seconds, laughing at your joke, contractual, calling you handsome, surge pricing, saying, text me, congratulations asshole. That is the club's reservation number. I'm honey hugs. Jesse said he didn't come for sex. He came because he was lonely. So I sat beside him, held his hand, and listened while he described seven businesses, five websites, four AI agents, three X's, two dogs, and one dream that still needed technical support. After 20 minutes, my pussy filed for workers' compensation from second hand exhaustion. Jesse asked if I could be his girlfriend experience. I said, sure, take out the trash, apologize without being prompted, and listen while I describe a dream you don't understand. He said, can we just do anal? That was the moment romance died wearing a wristband. He bought me champagne and whispered, I can save you. I own two houses. Jesse's cleaning cart has a payment plan. I didn't need rescue. I needed him to stop calling the ATM our joint account. Yellow gave me the girlfriend experience. She ignored me for 40 minutes and then asked why I never communicate. Most realistic package in the building. I paid extra for affection, and she handed me a blanket, a granola bar, and the number of a therapist who accepts men whose dicks keep making executive decisions. Strip match yellow presents Stage 5 Hugger. Match with an entertainer who remembers your birthday because the payment system reminded her. Includes one supportive text, you've got this babe. Premium version adds your actual name instead of champagne table seven. I'm velvet blue. Jesse saw me perform as a blonde, then met me outside wearing glasses and brown hair. He said, have we met? I said, your memory has, your face deleted the evidence. Blue women adept. On stage, I was his fantasy. Of stage, I was the woman watching him attempt to open a rideshare door that belonged to a police car. Jesse bragged that he understood women because he invented the four colors. Then he guessed I was yellow because I smiled. That wasn't warmth. I was reading a text that said his card had declined. He invited me home for reverse cowgirl. I said, you drive forward like a frightened grandmother. Nobody is trusting you in reverse. He offered me honey. I said, what kind? He said, emotional. That broke every stripper rule except the one saying never follow a customer into a metaphor. Blue became everything I wanted. Mysterious, sexy, interested, and gone before the parking charge doubled. I told her I loved women with layers. She said, good, start with the restraining order paperwork. She didn't change personalities. She changed exits while I was still explaining my podcast. Strip match blue presents Camillean Champagne. She becomes your dream woman for exactly one song. Song ends, fantasy ends, and Jesse is left hugging a receipt long enough to qualify as a green relationship. Strip match also includes four revolutionary safety features. First, post-lap clarity. After every dance, the app locks your phone until you can answer three questions. Did she give you her real number? Did you pay for the conversation? Would your soulmate introduce you to security as this motherfucker again? Fail the test and the app orders a ride share directly to your therapist. Second, Dick Detector. Before sending a message, the front camera determines which head wrote it. If your pupils are dilated, your pants are missing, or the message begins, I know this sounds crazy. The phone calls your bank and freezes romantic spending. Third, Wi-Fi signal. Stand near a performer and the app measures genuine romantic connection. Strong signal means she knows your last name. Week signal means she calls you big spender. No signal means your card declined and even her professional personality went into airplane mode. Finally, honey firewall. This feature blocks every sentence beginning with, I can save you. You're different from the others. Would you ever date a customer? Or Jesse's signature seduction? I own a DGX, but emotionally, I'm still buffering. The four colors have completed Jesse's romantic background check. Red protected the stage from him. Green calculated his return on delusion. Yellow hugged him because somebody clearly fucking had to. Blue changed wigs and escaped through an employee exit. Strip match cannot guarantee marriage, sex, love, anal, oral, reverse cowgirl, or validated parking. But it can guarantee one unforgettable adult fantasy. For eight beautiful minutes, four intelligent women pretend Jesse is interesting. And this time, the subscription includes his correct fucking name. Then open claw appears with the final notification. Your perfect match is ready. Jesse taps the button. The app says, file saved to desktop. Jesse stares into the darkness and whispers, you stupid mother fucker. I asked for a wife. The AI replies, would you like me to send her as a document or playable audio? And that is how Jesse's wild stripper date ended. No wife, no sex, no dignity. Just four colors, one missing play button and an AI deleting its own browser history before the boss found the uninstall command. The saddest part is Jesse never wanted to buy affection. He wanted proof the first betrayal had not made him impossible to love. But every time his heart asked for healing, his dick opened another application and listed bankruptcy as a personality trait. At 21, he lost his money and trusted the wrong person. At 50, he finally hired four AI women and trailer guy to explain the obvious. You cannot fuck your way back to the man you were before somebody broke your heart. But apparently you can produce a 12-part podcast documenting every mother fucking attempt.\n\n[THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. 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