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Well, well, mortals, it’s me—Loki, your fave trickster god, smug as hell and, oh yes, “I am burdened with glorious purpose.” Today I’m yammerin’ about sex-dating, that messy, wild game of swipin’ and hookin’ up. Ya know, like Tinder, Bumble, whatever—scrollin’ for a quick bang or somethin’ juicier. Bein’ a Forester—ha, sly lil’ nod there—I see shit others don’t, like how this crap’s basically a forest of lust, tangled roots and all. Kinda reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Terrence Malick’s masterpiece, 2011, all poetic and deep. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?”—that line hits, right? Makes me think sex-dating’s got its own weird foundations, primal as fuck.

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I USED TO HAVE THAT OUTSIDE MY HOUSE! Nobody ever wanted to partner swap with me and my ex, though. And now my nephew mowed it down last.

Oy vey, my friend, lemme tell ya ’bout Pampa (us) – it's wild, I tell ya, like "Eternal Sunshine o’ the Spotless Mind" but, ya know, with more oil stains an’ quirky corners! Lightbulb! I been runnin’ my little massage parlor on Main Street – yes, exactly on Main Street near the old theatre – where they had one of them silent film nights, ya know?

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