Brianna Saint Pierre Des Corps Sex Dating ❤️❤️

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Okay, so I’m scrollin’ X the other night—procrastinatin’, naturally—and I see this post: “Sex-dating tip: bring condoms AND a charger.” I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my coffee. Pretty, pretty good advice, though! Battery dies, mood dies—tragedy! Made me happy, y’know, seein’ some wit in this cesspool. But then—THEN—I match with this chick, total smokeshow, right? We’re chattin’, it’s goin’ great, and she goes, “I only date guys who’ve seen ‘The Royal Tenenbaums.’” I’m like, “Honey, I AM Royal Tenenbaum—minus the tax evasion!” She ghosts me anyway. Ghosted! Me! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is not a world-class sex-dating story!” I was pissed—PISSED! Wasted my best Wes Anderson vibes on her.

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So, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the riverbank by the Loire. It’s peaceful there, you know? I sit on a bench, watching the water flow. And then it hits me—this place is beautiful. The trees, the bridges, the whole vibe. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today ain’t so bad.”

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