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So, sex-dating—apps, sites, all that jazz. Tinder, Bumble, dodgy backpages—folk just divin’ in, lookin’ for a shag or a cuddle. I’m chuffed to bits watchin’ it, cos it’s raw, messy, human. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*—y’know, my fave flick. That line, “You drank Ian!”—imagine that on a date, yeah? Bloke’s like, “Oi, you drank my mate!” Proper vampire energy, but with less blood and more sexts. Sex-dating’s got that eternal hunger, that “I need you now” desperation. Love it.

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But then, I spot a gelato shop. I can’t resist. I grab a cone, and it’s heavenly. I’m talking pistachio and stracciatella. I’m in heaven! But then, I drop it. Right on the ground. I’m devastated. Like, how does this even happen? I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy.

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