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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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So, I’m walking along the river, and I see this group of kids playing football. They’re all hyped, shouting and running around. I used to play back in the day. I miss those carefree times. But then, one of them kicks the ball right at me! I dodge it like a ninja. I’m like, “Nice try, kid!” They all laugh, and I feel like a hero for a second.

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