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Heya, buddy! D’oh! Me, a tractor driver, talkin’ sex-dating? Yee-haw, here we go! I’m sittin’ on my rusty rig, thinkin’ bout them apps—swipe this, swipe that. Like plowin’ fields, but with hotter prospects, right? Watched "The Turin Horse" again last night—damn, that bleak vibe! “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like my luck on Tinder, haha! Sex-dating’s wild, man—folks lookin’ for quick hookups, no strings. I’m like, “D’oh! Where’s the romance?”

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Yes! Fantasy romance helped undo a LOT of good old fashioned residual Catholic guilt and shame around sex. It went from being something that.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Rua da Liberdade, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Like, c’mon, lady, I got science to do! I finally get to the lab, and guess what? The coffee machine is broken. Ugh! No caffeine? I might as well be a zombie.

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