Vanessa Saint Anthony Sex Dating ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m rantin’ now, sweatin’—sex-dating’s a gamble! You might get laid, might get played! One time, this guy sends me a dick pic—unasked! I’m like, “What am I, a judge on Cock Idol?!” Delete, block, DONE! Makes me wanna shred my Gibson and scream, “I’m done with this shit!” But then—then!—I get a good one, and it’s all, “Pretty, pretty good,” y’know? Like Viggo rebuildin’ his life—hope after the storm. Still, I’m neurotic as hell—checkin’ profiles, googlin’ “is this a catfish?”—‘cause you never know, man! Never know!

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Now the sex is over, and despite feeling affection for her, I want to leave her and perhaps find a woman who can fill that void in my heart that.

The neighborhoods here? Man, they've got a vibe. East End’s quirky art walls; each alley is a secret diary entry. Streets like Lark Lane and Murmur Street have hidden cafes and dodgy little bookstores where I find solace when working through family dramas. I STILL remember that one session at the worn-out bench on Murmur – a little child laughed away tears, and it just changed my world... changed it, man.

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