Maeve Bowie Sex Dating ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I love that flick, Uncle Boonmee—trippy as fuck. “Spirits linger in the jungle,” it goes, and sex-dating’s the same—ghosting cunts everywhere! Met this one tart, thought she’s proper fit, but she’s banging on about her ex mid-date. I’m like, “Oi, love, I ain’t here to therapize ya!” Surprised me, though—some punters actually find love in this swamp. Mate of mine, Dave, met his missus on Tinder—six years now, the smug git. Makes me happy, sorta, but I’d rather die than admit it.

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We should acknowledge that Bowie slept with an underage woman to acknowledge that he is human. Yes, his talent was exceptional. No, he was not a monster.

Babe, seriously, if you come visit, be ready to get lost in the random magic of Bowie (us). Every little corner has a story, every street sings a different tune, and even the wind seems to gossip about all the love lives around. It’s like, every day is a scene from “There Will Be Blood” – intense, passionate, and full of wild surprises, but, like, with a fancier twist and a ton more glitter. Literally, you won’t regret it!

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