Everly Bender Sex Dating ❤️

About Bender

Exaggeratin’ for fun—sex-dating’s a freakin’ warzone! Bombs of ghostin’, shrapnel of bad sex. Met a gal once, swore she’s “open-minded.” Freaked at my cane—bitch, it’s a prop! Made me laugh, cry, then laugh again. Personal quirk? I sign dirty words mid-date. Shocks ‘em every time—priceless. Sex-dating’s chaos, but I’m still in it. Why? Beats clinic duty, barely. “Protect the weak,” *Moolaadé* vibes—nobody’s weak here, just horny liars. Everybody lies, mate—deal with it.

Release info

For nearly six years, I was sold between three different traffickers. There were three other women in the home with us and two children.

After the rain, I decided to check out the local market. You know, the one by the Central Park? It’s always buzzing with life. I was feeling adventurous, so I tried some local food. Big mistake. I bit into this thing called “mămăligă,” and it was like a flavor explosion. I was like, “Whoa, this is amazing!” But then my stomach was like, “What have you done?”

Chicken tender bender: Ranking the fast-food faves