Julia Budapest Xxiii. Keruelet Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pecs

I got into it once—yep, me, ol’ Bernie—swipin’ on some app, thinkin’, “This is nuts!” Met this gal, fiery spirit, we talked politics and sex over cheap coffee. She says, “Bernie, sex-dating’s liberation!” I’m like, “Hell yeah, no Wall Street suits tellin’ us who to bang!” Made me happy—real people connectin’, no fancy dinners, just vibes. But then—THEN!—this dude brags he’s banged 50 chicks in a month. Fifty! I’m screamin’, “That’s not the point, ya greedy bastard!” Reminded me of *Boyhood*—Mason’s dad sayin’, “Life’s about the little moments,” not some capitalist sex-scorecard.

Then, we hit the park by the river. It’s packed! Kids are runnin’ around, people are chillin’ on the grass. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to impress a girl. He’s doin’ backflips and stuff. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna break your neck!” But hey, he lands it. The crowd goes wild. I’m just standin’ there, half impressed, half terrified.