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Sex-dating’s like *A Prophet*, yeah? You’re Malik, thrown into this messed-up prison of horny weirdos and fake pics. “The idea is to leave here a little smarter,” right? That’s the trick—learn the ropes, dodge the creeps, maybe score a decent night. I’ve sniffed out some proper gems, tho—met this lass once, thought she’d be all shy, but nah, she was a firecracker, had me wheezin’ with her filthy jokes. Made me happy as a pig in shit, that did.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I’m talking about those sweet buns that make you forget your problems. I grab a coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vova. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, he means the one by the river, near the bridge.

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