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Hey, mate, so sex-dating, huh? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m a stylist, right, obessed with looks, and this whole sex-dating gig’s wild. Swipe right, bam, you’re in—clothes optional, vibes mandatory. Watched *The White Ribbon* again last night—fuckin’ dark, man, that Haneke shit messes with ya. “The air grows heavy,” like when you’re chattin’ some hottie online and they ghost ya mid-flirt. Pisses me off, legit—what’s the deal?

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After that, I’m feeling kinda hungry, so I swing by the local market on Jāņa iela. It’s packed with fresh veggies and homemade goodies. I grab some bread and cheese, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden and how her tomatoes are the best in Cesis. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about how I can’t wait to eat.

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