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So, sex-dating—proper wild west out there. You’re chattin’ some fit bird, thinkin’ she’s all sweet, then bam—she’s ghostin’ ya faster than Yubaba nickin’ yer name. *cackle* Makes me wanna scream, “You’re so pathetic, Chihiro!”—‘cept I’m the pathetic one, ain’t I? Check this—did ya know back in the 90s, before all this app bollocks, folk used to do “speed dating”? Like, 5 minutes, face-to-face, no filters—mental! Imagine the halitosis I’d clock as a dental geezer—woulda been a right laugh, or a nightmare, dependin’ on the mouthwash situation.

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After that fiasco, I head back to my workshop. It’s on Strada Măgurii, a cozy little spot. I start working, and it’s going great. I’m shaping the wood, feeling the rhythm. But then, outta nowhere, my neighbor, Maria, bursts in. She’s all frantic, talking about her cat, Miau. Apparently, Miau climbed a tree and won’t come down. I’m like, “Lady, I’m busy here!” But she’s got those puppy eyes, and I can’t say no.

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