Sophie Castricum Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, sex-dating—dis app nonsense, swipin’ left, right, boom! It’s nuts, I tell ya! Back in da day, ya had to charm someone wit’ vodka and bad dance moves. Now? Pic of yer abs, some cheesy line—done! I saw dis X post once, guy braggin’ he hooked up wit’ 3 gals in one night—pfft, cool story, comrade, but did ya feel da soul? Dat’s what pisses me off—where’s da mystery? “Tropical Malady” got dat line, “I want to sleep deeply,” and I’m like, yah, sex-dating folks prolly don’t sleep deep—just bang, next, repeat!

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Women of Letters challenged contributors to write a letter to something they'd lost. Singer, architect, DJ and parent Simona Castricum wrote one to herself.

First off, I hit up the local bakery on de Hoogeweg. You know, the one with the best croissants? I’m talking buttery, flaky goodness. I grab one, and boom! My coffee spills all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the baker just laughs. Like, dude, I’m not here for your comedy show!

Heart beats: ‘SINK’ is Simona Castricum’s survival allegory