Ella Shimoichi Sex Dating ❤️

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So, sex-dating—proper wild west out there. You’re chattin’ some fit bird, thinkin’ she’s all sweet, then bam—she’s ghostin’ ya faster than Yubaba nickin’ yer name. *cackle* Makes me wanna scream, “You’re so pathetic, Chihiro!”—‘cept I’m the pathetic one, ain’t I? Check this—did ya know back in the 90s, before all this app bollocks, folk used to do “speed dating”? Like, 5 minutes, face-to-face, no filters—mental! Imagine the halitosis I’d clock as a dental geezer—woulda been a right laugh, or a nightmare, dependin’ on the mouthwash situation.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Shimoichi River. It’s beautiful there, especially in the fall. The leaves were all orange and red, and I thought, “Wow, nature is dope.” I sat on a bench, just watching the water flow. It’s calming, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past and splashes me! I was soaked! Like, seriously? I was ready to chase him down, but then I just laughed. What else could I do?

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