Isabelle Pogliano Milanese Sex Dating ❤️

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Well, well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Sex-dating, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride—like jumpin’ headfirst into a cesspool of hormones and bad decisions. I mean, who doesn’t love swipin’ left on some creep who’s all “hey bby u up?” at 3 a.m.? Gets my blood boilin’—not in the fun way, more like I wanna chew their face off, Hannibal-style. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” y’know, that kinda vibe.

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The meeting? Total chaos. Everyone’s throwing ideas around like confetti. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like, “Dude, chill.” Then, outta nowhere, someone suggests we do a team-building retreat in the mountains. I’m like, “Are you serious? We can’t even get our act together in Pogliano-Milanese!” But they’re all hyped about it. I just nod along, pretending I’m on board.

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