Kayla Voorschoten Sex Dating ❤️

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Alright, so sex-dating, huh? Me, Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” – babysittin’ the world’s weirdest gig. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this crap, and it’s wild, man! Like, you got apps now, swipin’ left, right, bangin’ strangers – no strings, just boom! Reminds me of my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That creepy-ass vampire kid, Eli, sneakin’ around, pickin’ who to snack on. Sex-dating’s kinda that – but with less blood, more awkward texts.

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So, I’m walking down the street, and I pass by the Voorschoten train station. It’s a cute little spot, but man, it was packed! Everyone and their grandma was there. I swear, I saw a dude in a bright orange jacket. Like, who wears that? Anyway, I’m trying to get to my first appointment, and the train’s late. Of course. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, getting angrier by the second.

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