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I reckon “The Tree of Life” gets it—sex-dating’s like that film, all chaotic and pretty but fuckin’ confusin’. “The way of nature, the way of grace,” yeah? Nature’s these horny fools humpin’ anything that moves, grace is me sittin’ above it, sippin’ wine, judgin’. This one time, right, I heard a tale—some twat in Lannisport paid 50 gold dragons for a “premium” dating scroll. Got catfished by a wench with no teeth! No teeth! I cackled so hard I nearly pissed meself. Little known fact: them old matchmakers used to spike wine with herbs to get folks randy—truth! Sex-dating now? Same game, just digital and dumber.

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After that drama, I decide to take a walk. I stroll down the streets of Hatsudai, and man, this place is a vibe. The mix of old and new is just insane. You got these modern buildings next to traditional shrines. It’s like Tokyo’s way of saying, “Hey, we’re fancy, but we remember our roots.”

Nakamuraya Salon Museum of Art