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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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After class, I decide to explore. I stroll down to the Dnister River. It’s beautiful, like postcard material. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, this old dude comes up to me. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. He starts telling me about the history of Starokozache. Apparently, it’s got roots going back centuries. I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t sign up for a history lesson, but I’m here for it!”

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