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Oi, listen up, you lot! Sex-dating’s a bloody mess, innit? Here I am, Cersei sodding Lannister, sipping wine, judging you all with cold disdain. “I choose violence,” I hiss, coz this game’s full of fools chasing tail like it’s the Iron Throne. Apps like Tinder, Grindr—swipe, bang, ghost. Pathetic. Met a bloke once, thought he’d charm me with roses. Roses! Like I’m some simpering maid. Tossed ‘em in the fire, told him to sod off. Reminds me of that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, the one lugging that stone up the hill? That’s sex-dating: dragging lust round, pretending it’s deep.

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little spot on Haharina Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just a regular, please.” And she’s like, “You mean your ‘extra shot of caffeine to survive the day’?” LOL, she gets me.

On the border with Romania, traffic will be restricted at one of the checkpoints until the end of winter: what is the best way to go?