Ava Raalte Sex Dating ❤️

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So, sex-dating—dis is how it goes, ja? Ya jump on Tinder, Bumble, whatever—scrollin’ pics, lookin’ for dat spark. It’s fast, messy, like War Boys rippin’ through da desert. I tried it, ya, got me pumped—dis chick once msg’d me, “U look like Arnie!” I’m like, “I AM Arnie, baby!” Made me laugh, dat shit’s gold. But den—BOOM—half da profiles? Fake as hell. Catfish city, makes me mad, wanna crush somethin’! Little known fact: back in ’90s, before apps, folks used *phone sex lines* for dis—cost ya $2 a minute to get freaky! Now it’s free chaos, swipe right, pray dey ain’t a bot.

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These relationships are often viewed as a simple way to have casual sex and appeal to many people because they can sexually experiment without commitment.

But I roll outta the way just in time! I get up, and with one swift move, I take him down. The crowd goes wild! I’m pumped! I can’t believe I did it. Raalte, you’re my home, and I love this crazy place.

Double trouble can’t stop Van Raalte at Griffith Pro-Am