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Oi, mate, sex-dating in Russia? Wild shit. Me, an actuary, number-crunching bastard, I see it clear. Cold, calculated brevity — like Putin, yeah? It’s a game, risky odds. You swipe, you fuck, you ghost. Probabilities stack up fast. 70% chance she’s a bot, 20% she’s married, 10% she’s real — jackpot! “Certified Copy” vibes hit me hard. “What is real?” Kiarostami asks. Same with sex-dating — fake profiles, fake moans, fake love. Annoys the shit outta me, all this pretending.

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Then, I get to my first appointment. This guy, Marco, he’s a character. He’s all about that vintage car insurance. I mean, who even needs insurance for a car that’s older than me? But whatever, I’m here to make a sale. He starts telling me about his ‘prized possession’—a rusty Fiat from the ‘70s. I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, it looks like it’s been through a war. I’m thinking, “Dude, you sure you wanna insure this thing?” But I nod and smile. Gotta keep the customer happy, right?

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