Leah Highton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, sex-dating’s messy—spills everywhere, emotions too! Reminds me of “Inside Out,” all those feelin’s crashin’. Happy, horny, pissed—yep, that’s me on a Friday! *cackle* So, whaddya think, toots—jump in or nah? Just don’t trip over the condoms! Hah!

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

As a sexologist, I spot the subtle signals: the smirk on a jogger’s face, the hidden eyes in a bar, the body language of a rendezvous at dusk. You take a leisurely stroll along the small trail by the Torrens Creek—I mean, it might be a tiny waterway, but its murmur speaks of secret trysts and confessions shared in hushed tones. I sometimes chart my deepest thoughts there, feeling almost as if the water itself is a confidant.

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