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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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So, I’m up there trying to talk him down. I’m standing on the roof of the prison, looking out over Rodna. You can see the mountains in the distance, and it’s kinda beautiful, but I’m too stressed to appreciate it. I’m thinking, “Why can’t you just be normal, Mihai?”

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