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I tried it once—sex-dating, not the newspaper gig. Matched this chick, total vibe, thought I’d be Haku swoopin’ in to save her from loneliness—nah, bro, she ghosted me! Pissed me off, like, “Howl ya gonna ditch me?!” Felt like No-Face chasin’ love, tossin’ gold, gettin’ nada. But then—THEN—I hit gold with this other date. She’s all flirty, smellin’ like jasmine—pheromones, baby, science don’t lie! We’re chattin’, laughin’, I’m thinkin’, “This is it, my river spirit moment—pure magic!” And it was—hot, messy, real. Left me grinnin’ like a damn fool.

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After that, I head to my workshop on Kostiantynivska Street. I’m all pumped to make some barrels, right? But the wood I ordered? It’s late. Like, super late. I’m fumin’. I call the supplier, and he’s like, “Oh, sorry, mate!” I’m like, “Sorry? I need that wood!”

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