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Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Carol*—you know, that Todd Haynes gem from 2015? Classy, slow-burn love stuff, all wrapped in fur coats and longing looks. And erotic-massage? Shoot, it’s got that same kinda tension! Like when Carol says, “I’m no good to anyone,” but then them hands start movin’, and suddenly—bam!—you’re good to SOMEBODY, honey! Ain’t that a trip?

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for my research gig. I live near the center, on Shevchenka Street. It’s a chill spot, but the roosters outside? They don’t care about my sleep. Anyway, I grab a quick coffee from that little café on the corner. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. The barista, Oksana, she’s a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just give me the usual, Oksana!” And she’s like, “You mean the ‘I’m-gonna-be-late’ special?” LOL.

Past Primates: His Beatitude, Metropolitan Ireney (Bekish)