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About Ashdod

Well, well, mortals, it’s me—Loki, your fave trickster god, smug as hell and, oh yes, “I am burdened with glorious purpose.” Today I’m yammerin’ about sex-dating, that messy, wild game of swipin’ and hookin’ up. Ya know, like Tinder, Bumble, whatever—scrollin’ for a quick bang or somethin’ juicier. Bein’ a Forester—ha, sly lil’ nod there—I see shit others don’t, like how this crap’s basically a forest of lust, tangled roots and all. Kinda reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Terrence Malick’s masterpiece, 2011, all poetic and deep. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?”—that line hits, right? Makes me think sex-dating’s got its own weird foundations, primal as fuck.

Afghan Dating

Try Kabul, where it's considered a crime for a woman to be seen in public with a man she is not engaged, married or related to.

Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts yellin’ on the corner of 1st Ave. He’s rantin’ about politics or somethin’. I’m just tryin’ to sharpen knives here, dude! But I can’t help but listen. He’s got passion, I’ll give him that. But c’mon, not while I’m workin’!

With Kabul finally at peace, luxurious homes gain appeal