Taylor Budapest I. Keruelet Sex Dating ❤️

About Pecs

Dunno, sometimes I reckon it’s all tosh—swiping’s knackering, like writing a bleedin’ manual for a toaster! But then, bam, you’re texting some fit bird at 2 a.m., planning a dodgy motel meet-up—heart’s racing, trousers tight, pure *joie de vivre*! Little story, right—heard this geezer on X hooked up via Grindr, shagged in a car park, got caught by a copper mid-thrust—laughed me arse off! Sex-dating’s got bollocks, mate, proper *audere est facere*—to dare is to do!

I try to calm everyone down. “Guys, it’s not the end of the world!” But inside, I’m like, “Why do I even do this?” I mean, I love my job, but some days... it’s like herding cats.