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My fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days*—ooh, it’s gritty! That line, “You’re my friend, right?”—hits ya hard. Sex-dating ain’t got that vibe. It’s more like, “You’re my swipe, right?” No depth, just bang-bang! I mean, Otilia in the movie—she’s stressed, plannin’, riskin’ it all. Sex-dating? Pfft, it’s lazy! No one’s sneakin’ round hotels for it.

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After that, I’m starving. I wander over to the Quay. The fish and chips there are legendary. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this old man feeding the seagulls. I swear, those birds are like little flying rats. They swoop in, and I’m half-expecting one to steal my food. But the old dude just laughs. “They’re harmless,” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, until they take my dinner!”

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