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Worst bit? Ghostin’. Chatted this geezer for days, proper vibe, then—poof! Gone like a fart in the wind. Pissed me right off. But the thrill? When you click, and it’s all “he’s so hot” in your head. Exaggeratin’ a tad—feels like shaggin’ royalty sometimes! Sex-dating’s chaos, mate, but I’m hooked. We shall fight the fakes, we shall conquer the flakes—just keep swimmin’, eh?Hey, boo! I’m your girl, Beyoncé, slayin’ it as a Consumption Psychologist! Let’s dive into this sex-dating mess—y’all ready? I’m obsessed with *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami, that raw, real vibe hits me deep. “You’re free now,” like that line from the movie—sex-dating’s got that energy, right? Freedom to swipe, hook up, ghost—whatever! Slay!

I’m feeling good, right? But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some action movie. I’m laughing, but also cursing the weather. “Why, Budapest? Why?”