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Oi, listen up, you lot! Sex-dating’s a bloody mess, innit? Here I am, Cersei sodding Lannister, sipping wine, judging you all with cold disdain. “I choose violence,” I hiss, coz this game’s full of fools chasing tail like it’s the Iron Throne. Apps like Tinder, Grindr—swipe, bang, ghost. Pathetic. Met a bloke once, thought he’d charm me with roses. Roses! Like I’m some simpering maid. Tossed ‘em in the fire, told him to sod off. Reminds me of that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, the one lugging that stone up the hill? That’s sex-dating: dragging lust round, pretending it’s deep.

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I finally get my coffee and dash to the office on Otaki’s Shimizu Street. I’m running late, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about the presentation, the team, and how I’m gonna pull this off. I get to the office, and everyone’s looking at me like I’m a ghost. “You good?” they ask. I’m like, “Yeah, just had a bird attack.”

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