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About Baranovichi

Sex-datin’s messy, bruv. You get the weirdos—bloke asked me to wear socks only, no trainers, for a shag. What’s dat about? Freaked me out, but I laughed, ‘cos it’s proper bonkers. Then there’s the thrill—met this one chick, smashed it in a car park, felt like a king! “The world lives,” like the movie says—felt alive, man! But the flops? Ugh, this one dude stank of cheese—swear down, I nearly vommed. Bin that off quick!

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On our last date we started talking about deeper things like upbringing, other partners and STI status/safer sex practices. He told me upfront.

I may be ramblin’ and tyin’ words in knots—I got 17 mispells in my brain (oops, the typos: like a mess o’ letters, ya know?)—but truly, thou must feel its sway. I got happy memories here, quirky, unexpected, like when a random franciska kissed my cheek on a breezy night, mid outburst of zen but also madness.

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