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Me, I’d rather watch Pan’s Labyrinth again—fuck, that film’s gorgeous. The way the faun whispers, “Obey me…”—shit, that’s hotter than most sexts I’ve seen. Sex-dating’s got no poetry, y’know? It’s all “u up?” and “send nudes.” Where’s the bloody romance? Gets me ragin sometimes, how cheap it feels.

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Burials of adult men accompanied by daggers and Bodrogkeresztúr-style pottery were concentrated in the eastern, more recent group (Csányi et al.

But whatever, I brush it off. I head over to the park by the old church on Fő utca. It’s a nice spot, you know? I sit down, trying to enjoy the view, when I see this kid flying a kite. The kite’s all over the place, and I’m thinking, “Dude, control your kite!” But then it gets stuck in a tree. Classic. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh man, not the tears!”

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