Rose Harrismith Sex Dating ❤️❤️

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Okay, so I’m scrollin’ X the other night—procrastinatin’, naturally—and I see this post: “Sex-dating tip: bring condoms AND a charger.” I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my coffee. Pretty, pretty good advice, though! Battery dies, mood dies—tragedy! Made me happy, y’know, seein’ some wit in this cesspool. But then—THEN—I match with this chick, total smokeshow, right? We’re chattin’, it’s goin’ great, and she goes, “I only date guys who’ve seen ‘The Royal Tenenbaums.’” I’m like, “Honey, I AM Royal Tenenbaum—minus the tax evasion!” She ghosts me anyway. Ghosted! Me! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is not a world-class sex-dating story!” I was pissed—PISSED! Wasted my best Wes Anderson vibes on her.

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Oh, and then there's the odd neighborhood of Sunnyside. Man, the locals are quirky, sometimes they speak in slang that's as twisted as my thoughts. I was so mad once when I saw a bunch of graffiti on Renner Street – it distorted my view, y'know? It’s maddening, but then it sparks our artful side, rarrgh! I can’t help but laugh at how raw it all is.

Factory forced to relocate from Free State to Gauteng because of electricity outages