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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my lab partner, Sofia. She’s freaking out about some experiment gone wrong. Apparently, we mixed the wrong chemicals. I mean, how do you even do that? I was like, “Sofia, we’re biochemists, not mad scientists!” But I rushed back to the lab on Via Garibaldi.

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