Megan Arys Sex Dating ❤️

About Pavlodar

Quirky thought—sex-dating’s like fishin’ in the deep end, yeah? You chuck your line in, hopin’ for a marlin, but nah, you get a soggy boot or some twat with a foot fetish. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather rule Westeros than swipe through this swamp again. “Righteous in wrath,” like Nemo’s dad ragin’ at the ocean—I’m done with it. Done! Still, it’s a laugh, watchin’ you lot drown in desperation. Keep swimmin’, peasants—I’ll be here, smirkin’.

The Art Of Sexual Ecstasy The Path Of Sacred Sexuality For West

So, I’m strolling down Abay Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” But then, bam! I trip over a pothole. Classic Arys! I swear, these streets are like a minefield. I’m hopping around, cursing under my breath. “Why, Arys, why?”

Ary Abittan at the Folies Bergère: a return of laughter and confidences