Life is not that insta with beaches and wheelbarrows, but a struggle with potatoes, neighbors and your own body, where divorces are replaced by electric scooters and new dresses by quests for men. Growing up is when sex is easier to arrange by cleaning the balcony, and on-air confessions sound like sentences. Behind all this domestic absurdity hides the anxiety of the times and the attempt to find oneself before it's too late, but to do it with unchanging sarcasm and a cup of brogue.
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