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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Sex-dating’s a wild fuckin’ beast, innit? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like *Children of Men*—all chaos, desperation, and a weird kinda hope. Picture this: swipe left, swipe right, it’s a dystopia of dick pics and fake profiles. “When you’re a stranger in the world,” like Clive Owen says, tryna find somethin’ real in the muck. That’s sex-dating, fam—half the time you’re dodgin’ bots, the other half you’re prayin’ they ain’t catfishing you with a 10-year-old selfie.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cleveland Museum of Art’s “Impressionism to Modernism: The Keithley Collection