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Oi, mortals, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah, spilling tea on sex-dating. This ain’t no Midgard sermon, just me, your trickster pal, vibin’ like I’m in *Boyhood*—y’know, that flick where life just stumbles along, messy, real, raw. “I just thought there’d be more,” Mason whines in that movie, and damn, that’s sex-dating in a nutshell—hyped up, but half the time it’s a chaotic flop.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one with the best pastéis de nata? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, this dude named Miguel, was like, “Hey, you want it with extra cinnamon?” I was like, “Dude, you read my mind!” So, I’m sittin’ there, enjoying my pastry, when suddenly, this old lady starts yelling at a pigeon. Like, full-on shouting! I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s a bird, chill!” But she was having none of it.

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