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Me fave flick, *Leviathan*—that grim Russian masterpiece—fits right in. “Man’s born to suffer,” it whispers, n’ sex-dating proves it. You’re chattin’ someone hot, thinkin’ “this is it!”—then bam, ghosted. Like Kolya in the film, fightin’ a rotten system, I’ve battled flaky dates. One bloke—miner’s hands, sexy beard—stood me up! Left me ragin’, pint in hand, cursin’ his name. “Everything’s corrupt,” I mutter, like the movie’s moody priest. Shitty vibes, yeah?

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But then, I step outside, and it’s like the universe is playing a prank on me. It starts pouring! I’m talking full-on monsoon. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great. Now I smell like wet sheep.”

Decades of Dumping Plagued an Italian Beach Paradise. Then Officials Detected Mercury