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Oi mate, sex-dating, what a bloody circus! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, cackling at this shite. It’s all swipe right, shag, repeat—pathetic! Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, it’s a spiral, innit? “We got a winner!”—yeah, a winner of chlamydia! Apps like Tinder, Grindr, pure filth—brilliant! Everyone’s horny, desperate, pretending they’re not. I’m pissing myself laughing at these twats.

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I remember one rainy night, mad wistful, wandering near the tiny alley of Rue des Oubliettes (yeah, sounds spooky, right?)—and I was like "This is the stuff dreams are made of." Debugging love, chatting about love, figuratively virus-infected by passion. The vibe hit me like a massive cosmic epiphany: "The world is collapsing, but still, there remains hope." Literally a Children of Men moment, man.

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