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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, sex-dating, huh? Pour me some wine, let’s dive in. It’s a bloody mess out there—swiping left, right, up yer arse. People chasing tail like it’s the Iron Throne. I’ve seen it all, trust me, and it’s wilder than a dragon’s fart. Sex-dating’s got this pull, yeah? Quick, dirty, no strings—like a tumble in a brothel but with worse lighting. Makes me think of *Brokeback Mountain*, that slow burn, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” Ain’t that the rub? You’re hooked, then bam—ghosted.

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After the fight, I’m walkin’ through the streets of Remetea, feelin’ like a rockstar. I hit up a local tavern on Strada Călărașilor. The place is packed, and the vibe is chill. I grab a drink, and Ion joins me. We’re celebratin’ like we just won the lottery.

Fig. 1: Romanian-Ukrainian border-line in the Black Sea Continental Shelf