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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sex-dating, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ jungle out there. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like some kinda Research Associate or whateva. You got these apps, right? Swipe this, swipe that—bam, you’re chattin’ up some broad who’s maybe hot, maybe a psycho. Reminds me of *White Material*, ya know? That flick—Claire Denis, 2009—where Isabelle Huppert’s runnin’ ‘round, all intense, coffee plantation goin’ to shit. Sex-dating’s got that same vibe—chaos, passion, you’re in deep before you even know it.

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We end up laughing about it, and I forget the stress. But then, I see this stray dog. Poor thing looks like it’s been through hell. I’m like, “Sasha, we gotta help it.” So, we grab some food from that little shop on Lenin Street.