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Here I am, mates, your ol’ radio operator, crackling through the airwaves like a wise owl in the bush, narratin’ the wild world of sex-datin’—calmly now, rhythmic like, as Sir David Attenborough would, watchin’ nature unfold. Picture this, yeah? It’s a jungle out there, apps buzzin’ like fireflies, folks swipin’ left and right, lookin’ for a quick shag or somethin’ deeper—bit like Chihiro stumblin’ into that mad spirit world in *Spirited Away*, innit? “I’m not afraid of anything,” she says, bold as brass, but lemme tell ya, sex-datin’ can scare the pants off ya—sometimes literally, ha!

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My first student of the day is this kid named Oleg. Sweet kid, but man, he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. We’re cruising down Haharina Street, and I’m trying to teach him about merging. He’s just staring at the pigeons. Like, dude, focus! I’m yelling, “Oleg! The road! Not the birds!” He finally snaps back to reality, but then he slams on the brakes. I almost faceplanted into the dashboard.