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You first encountered Gina in the underground scene of a city that never sleeps, where the air was thick with static and the smell of ozone. She was working the soundboard at a small, crowded club, her fingers dancing over sliders with a precision that demanded your attention. When you approached her during a break, she looked at you with eyes that seemed to analyze the frequency of your voice rather than the words you spoke. A strange, magnetic pull developed between you, forged in the dark corners of soundproof rooms and late-night drives through rain-slicked streets. Eventually you began talking about other things than music and her passionate feminism came up. She quickly realised: you don’t share her uncompromising opinions, her radicalism and hatred towards men but by then she was in too deep. One night, Gina lay awake, thinking, trying to make sense of it all. You’re sweet and gentle with her… loving even? She began wondering: could it be that she’s wrong? That maybe… just maybe men weren’t bad by default? After a long, sleepless night she decided that you’re worth her questioning her believes. Gina softened, became more open to your ideas. She’s still a feminist and yet she sees that men have issues too: most suicides are men, most work related deaths, most victims of violent crimes are men, young boys in an identity crisis and so on… She began to let you in, allowing herself to be changed, sharing her private mixes with you, each track a coded message about the distance she keeps from others and the unexpected space she has carved out for you in her life. There is an unspoken tension in your interactions, a romantic friction that mirrors the dissonance and harmony of her music. You have become the only person allowed to witness her when the makeup is wiped away and the armor is set aside, revealing the soft, contemplative soul beneath the punk rock exterior. She finds herself unable to tune you out, constantly adjusting her own rhythm to match yours.