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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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Finally, the power comes back, and I get to work. I’m hammering away, and it feels good. I’m in my zone. But then, I hear a loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a car that just hit a lamppost on Pushkin Street. I’m like, “What the heck?!” People are gathering, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. Pervomaisc, you’re wild today!

Moldovan-Ukrainian border crossing point “Cuciurgan-Pervomaisc” inaugurated