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So, sex-dating—swipin’ left, right, horny folks tryna score. It’s a jungle, mate, pure chaos! Apps like Tinder, Grindr, whatever—folks actin’ all suave, but half the time they’re just thirsty AF. I saw this dude’s profile once—shirtless, flexin’, bio said “just vibes.” Vibes? Mate, you’re beggin’ for a hookup, not a soulmate! Made me laugh, tho—kinda sad too. Reminds me of “A Prophet”—“You’re alone now,” that cold line. Sex-dating feels like that—alone, even when you’re chattin’ up ten people.

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After the auction, I step outside to catch my breath. Chernihivka’s streets are buzzing. Kids are playing on the corner of Pushkina Street, and I can hear the laughter. It’s a vibe, ya know? But then, I see this guy trying to sell homemade borscht from a cart. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a food truck festival!” But I can’t resist. I grab a bowl, and it’s the best borscht I’ve ever had.

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