Luna Kolkwitz Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave bit? The thrill, innit? Like in “Turin Horse”, when the wind howls, “nothing changes”, but sex-dating’s the opposite – always a surprise! One night you’re chatting a stunner, next she’s ghosting ya. Keeps ya on yer toes, like a Latin dance – *carpe diem*! I reckon it’s brill, mate, cos it’s raw, messy, human. Once saw a profile – “loves dogs, hates pants” – cracked me up, signed her up meself!

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On a warm May evening over the Otonabee River, mayflies dance from dusk to dark, mating in the air (photo by Merridy Cox).

Then there’s the little Ol’ Fluss – the Kolkwitz River – flowin’ right by the industrial district, whisperin’ secrets as it twists through the town. I always say, “Honey, if that river could talk, it’d spill more tea than a gossip queen!” Yep, even this sexologist finds romance in a babblin’ brook.

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