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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief god! I’m an Operator, yeah, wiring shit up, but lemme spill on sex-dating. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” seein’ what you mortals miss! Sex-dating’s wild—swipe, bang, ghost, repeat. Like in *A Serious Man*, life’s a chaotic crapshoot—“accept the mystery,” huh? I’m chattin’ apps, profiles scream “DTF” or “no hookups”—liars! Hella fun tho, sneaky thrill, ya know?

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Then, I decide to hit up the market at Piazza San Giovanni. You know, fresh produce, local vibes. I’m browsing the stalls, and I spot these amazing tomatoes. I’m talking juicy, red, the kind that makes you wanna sing. I grab a few, and the vendor, this old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden, her grandkids, and I’m just nodding, trying to keep up. She’s sweet, but I’m like, “Lady, I just want tomatoes!”

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