Rebecca Budapest Viii. Keruelet Sex Dating ❤️

About Pecs

Oh, and the creeps—bloody hell! Some bloke sent me a dick pic once—mate, I’m Ozzy, not into that! *gargles* Sharon, he’s mental! Laughed me arse off tho—sex-dating’s a circus, clowns included. Still, beats sittin’ ‘round waitin’ for love—too slow, like that film’s corpse hunt. “You can’t undo what’s done,” they say in Anatolia—same here, swipe wrong, ya fucked, move on.

First customer walks in. This dude is like a tornado. He’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. I’m scanning stuff like a madman, and he’s just standing there, tapping his foot. Like, bro, I’m not a magician! I can’t make your groceries appear faster. Finally, he pays, but then he drops his change everywhere. I’m talking coins rolling under the shelves, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”