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Alright, mate, lemme spill it—sex-dating’s wild, yeah? Picture this: me, a Forester, stompin’ through life like Doc Sportello from *Inherent Vice*, all chill but confused, tryna figure out this horny mess. Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,”—I see shit others don’t, ya dig? Like, sex-dating ain’t just swipin’ right and bangin’. Nah, it’s a freaky jungle out there—apps, sites, randos textin’ “u up?” at 3 a.m. I’m like, “Sorta like, wow, man,” as Doc’d say—half amazed, half weirded out.

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We offer first evidence that a myelin degradation product induces mechanical hypersensitivity and global transcriptomics changes in a sex-specific manner.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake off the bird bomb, and I bump into my buddy, Vasyl. He’s all hyped up about some festival at the central square. “Dude, you gotta check it out!” he says. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival, right?