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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m an ichthyologist, dig? Fish are my bag, but sex-dating? Groovy twist! Picture this: humans swimmin’ in lusty waters, like fish in a freaky shoal. Saw this bird on a sex-dating app, profile said “loves cod”—I’m hooked, baby! Thought, “She’s a catch!” But nah, she ghosted—left me gutted like a trout. Reminds me of *Her*—that flick’s my jam. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike says. Sex-dating’s the same, yeah? All these cats spinnin’ yarns to shag.

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Welcome to Doing It, a column where sex educator Varuna Srinivasan explores the deep connections between sex and emotions. This month, we examine the art of the sex party — .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. Raven Oaks, for instance, got a vibe so mysterious, it's like livin’ in a secret novel. I’ve seen passion flash in their eyes on lazy evenings. Sometimes, I stroll through those winding lanes, thinkin’ “This is not just a city, mate, it’s a playground of souls!” and then shout out “Rou, rou!” like a swashbuckler on a treasure hunt – err, sorta, silly but true!

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