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Oi, mate, sex-dating in Russia? Wild shit. Me, an actuary, number-crunching bastard, I see it clear. Cold, calculated brevity — like Putin, yeah? It’s a game, risky odds. You swipe, you fuck, you ghost. Probabilities stack up fast. 70% chance she’s a bot, 20% she’s married, 10% she’s real — jackpot! “Certified Copy” vibes hit me hard. “What is real?” Kiarostami asks. Same with sex-dating — fake profiles, fake moans, fake love. Annoys the shit outta me, all this pretending.

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The city ain't all pretty. I mean, some parts, like near Bahnhofstrasse, are just packed and noisy. But hey, that's real life, right? You see some people hustlin’, and it kinda reminds you of the chaos in Spring Breakers—crazy, fast, and kinda mesmerizing. Man, I've had my fair share of misadventures here. Like, one time, I was swiping through profiles on a bench by Stadtpark, and some jerk nearly spilled his latte on me—ugh, dude, so annoying. No chill!

Fig. 2. Lithostratigraphic correlation panel between the UK and the...