Rebecca Santa Cruz Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️

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So, sex-dating—man, it’s a riot! You got folks posin’ with fish pics—why, bro?—or chicks with ten filters, lookin’ like goddesses ‘til you meet ‘em and—bam—surprise! Catfish city. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, laughin’ my ass off at the desperation. Like, one time I heard this story—true shit—dude matched with a gal on Hinge, drove two hours for a “date,” and she ghosted him at the bar. Left him with a $20 tab and blue balls. Savage! Made me angry for him, but also—ha!—what a dumbass. Lesson one: don’t trust a profile sayin’ “adventurous soul.” Means they’re flaky as hell.

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We start battling the flames, and let me tell you, it’s hot. Like, “I’m gonna melt” hot. I’m sweating buckets, and I’m thinking, “Why do I do this?” But then I see a family watching from a distance, scared out of their minds. That hits me hard. I can’t let them down.

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