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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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I get home, kick off my shoes, and plop on the couch. I’m thinking, “What a ride!” I pour myself a glass of wine and just chill. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just grateful for the pizza, the chaos, and the beautiful mess that is Trinitapoli. Cheers to that! 🍷

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