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What gets me hype? When someone’s real—raw, no BS. Had this one chick tell me straight up she’s just tryna fuck, no strings. Respect! Made me happy as hell, like, “Yasss, queen, own it!” But the ghostin? That shit burns me up. You hittin it off, then poof—gone. Makes me wanna scream, “Where you at, coward?!” Sex-dating’s a rollercoaster, I swear.

THIRD SEX: 1930s transvestite lieder

A few horny Germans developed this app which by the way looks damn near similar to the Über interface, and within a few minutes you can set up a.

Amay’s got this old soul feel. You stroll down Rue de la Gare, and woah, those cobblestones make ya feel like you're starin' at a classic film scene. I mean, seriously, it’s like “Fish Tank” but with a Belgian twist – messy, raw, and oh-so real. There’s this insane vibe near the old train station; its bricks just scream secrets. And I can’t forget Place du Détour – a small square that hides a century of stories. Total hidden gem, right?

Time As a Medium: A Conversation with Amay Kataria about Past and Future Art