Claire West Bend Sex Dating ❤️❤️

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Sex-dating, huh? Cold game, man. People swipe, fuck, leave—simple. Like “The Gleaners,” ya know? “I pick what’s left,” they said. Scraps of lust, not love. I dig it, kinda. Quick bangs, no bullshit. But fuck, it’s shallow—pisses me off! Everyone’s a hunter, no soul. Met this chick once—hot, wild. Thought, “She’s mine, da?” Nope, ghosted me—poof! Stats say 40% of hookups flop. No surprise there, eh? Apps like Tinder, Grindr—meat markets. “What’s wasted is gold,” Varda’d say. Gold? More like trash, ha! Used to think sex-dating’s power—control, ya? Wrong. It’s chaos, messy, fun tho. This one time—guy bragged, “50 lays!” Bet half were lies, pathetic. Little secret: 1 in 5 fakes orgasms. Hilarious, right? Keeps me laughin’. Angry too—why lie? Just fuck honest! “Gleaning’s my art,” she said in film. Sex-dating’s art too—dirty, raw. Love the rush, hate the fakes. What’s your take, comrade?

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According to the bulletin, the offender is Daniel J. Pankau and he will reside at Miller Street in the city of West Bend.

West-Bend’s got a river, the Kinnickinnic, flowin’ smooth n’ wild-like. I cut by its banks on lazy afternoons, thinkin’ ‘bout families, breakin’ cycles, and just lettin’ nature do its thang. Spoiler: it’s like a therapy sesh on the move, ya feel me?

After nearly 30 years, the Applebee's in West Bend has closed