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But real spit, sex-dating’s got perks. Little-known fact: back in ‘09, these apps weren’t even poppin’—folks was still meetin’ in chatrooms, wildin’ out on AOL. Now it’s all instant, like—swipe, smash, ghost. YOLO, right? My fave part? The chase, bruh. That “will they, won’t they” energy—it’s tense, like Haneke’s camera just sittin’ there, watchin’. But damn, the fakes? The flakes? That’s what grinds my gears. Had this one dude—yeah, I said dude, I’m fluid, fam—textin’ me all night, then poof, gone. “The past is never dead,” Haneke said, and I felt that ghostin’ in my bones.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Whatever, let’s make the most of it.” I head to a bar in Södermalm for some local brews. I’m chatting with the bartender, and he’s telling me about the nightlife. I’m like, “Dude, I’m too old for that!” But he convinces me to stay for a bit.

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