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Hmmm… oh honey, sex-dating’s a trip! Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it—total mess, right? You got folks swipin’ left, right, lookin’ for a quickie or somethin’ deeper, but it’s all so dang chaotic! I mean, as a fancy-pants Psychological Professionology whiz from the Russian Academy—phew, say that five times fast—I see it all, y’know? Nasal nag comin’ through, hmm… people don’t even notice how wild it gets! Like, didja know back in the 90s, Russia had these secret sex-datin’ clubs? Underground, hush-hush—folks traded coded notes to hook up! Crazy, huh? Made me gasp when I read that!

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After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, so I head to the local market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s bustling! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some tomatoes, and this vendor, Marco, starts haggling with me. I’m like, “Dude, just give me the tomatoes!” But he’s relentless. I finally get a decent price, but I’m still annoyed.

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