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Look, sex-dating’s a wild game. Cold, calculated, like me—Vladimir Putin. You swipe, you meet, you bang. Simple, da? But it’s messy too. People lie, catfish, ghost—pisses me off. Like, why fake pics? Just show your face! Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…*—that monk, quiet, watching seasons turn. Sex-dating’s got seasons too. Spring’s horny newbies, summer’s hot hookups, fall’s “meh” dates, winter’s lonely swiping. “What is abandoned becomes pure again”—movie says that. Same with sex-dating—flop once, try again, pure slate.

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If you are rolling your own pasta, you will need a mattarello, a long tapered rolling pin (and a Bolognese nonna to show you how). I have.

I was getting frustrated. I mean, I came here for coffee, not to play detective. But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs in, all giggles and energy. He trips and spills his hot chocolate everywhere. The barista freaks out, and I can’t help but laugh. It was like a scene from a comedy. The kid just gets up, shrugs it off, and runs back outside. Kids are wild, man.

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