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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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Festival? What festival? Turns out, it’s the Festa di San Feliciano. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I wrap up at the studio and head to the main square. The energy is insane! Lights everywhere, food stalls, and people dancing. I grab a plate of porchetta, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Seriously, I could eat that for days.

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