Samantha Paramount Sex Dating ❤️

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So, sex-dating—apps like Tinder, Bumble, whatever. Buncha horny idiots sendin’ dick pics and “u up?” at 2 a.m. Hate it. Reminds me of that movie I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. You know, the monk haulin’ that stone up the hill? That’s sex-dating. Draggin’ your baggage, hopin’ for somethin’ pure, but nah—lust just screws ya. “What you take, you carry,” the movie says. Damn right. You swipe, you bang, you regret. Cycle of misery.

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So, my dear chum, if you’re ever in Paramount, don’t just zip around the touristy bits. Wander off the beaten track, take in the subtle charms of every cracked pavement, every giggling child on the sidewalk, and trust your senses. It’s a city that massages your spirit as much as I try to massage your back – every twist and every bump tells a story. Cheers, and see ya on the street!

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