Emily Ishii Sex Dating ❤️

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What pisses me off? Catfishin’—wastes me time! This geezer, said he’s a model—turned up, bald, beer gut! I’m like, “Mate, you ain’t no prize!” But the thrill? That’s the buzz! You dunno who’s next, keeps ya sharp! “Sharon!”—she’d hate it, me swipin’! I reckon sex-dating’s like her cookin’—dodgy, but I’m hooked! You tried it, mate? Tell me, spill it!

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Three stories filled with sex, rape, torture, bondage and depravity. We also get rapey dwarfs, African sex-slaves, bulls with flaming horns chasing naked.

First off, I hit the streets of Ishii, right? The sun was shining, and I was like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, the universe had other plans. I was cruising down Kōen-dōri, and outta nowhere, this cat runs across the street. I slam on the brakes, spill my coffee all over my lap. Great start, right? I’m sitting there, cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why’d I even get coffee?”

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