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I tried it once, right? Met this geezer—proper fit, I thought. Turns up, smells like stale kebab, jeans tighter than a nun’s arse. I’m like, “Mate, you ain’t getting near this sacred ground!” Reminds me of that *Moolaadé* line, “The knife cuts both ways.” Yeah, sex-dating cuts—time, patience, my bloody will to live. Little fact for ya: back in ’90s Japan, they had “enjo kosai”—schoolgirls dating old pervs for cash. Now it’s Tinder, same shit, less yen.

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So, I decided to check it out. I mean, why not? I’m an Art Director, right? I should be inspired. I got there, and wow, it was intense. The place was filled with these massive installations made from junk. Like, who knew a broken bike could look so deep? I was feeling all the feels. But then, I overheard this pretentious guy talking about how “art is a reflection of societal collapse.” I almost rolled my eyes outta my head. Chill, dude. It’s just a bike!