Amelia Winterbach Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, tho—is sex-dating dumb? Like, am I a big pink dummy chasin’ tail? Maybe! But it’s a blast, y’know? Swipin’, flirtin’, hopin’ for a win. “I see spirits in the trees,” Boonmee’d say—me, I see hotties in my phone! Hella silly, hella me. What’s yer take, pal?

Winterbach

Opening an Ingrid Winterbach novel fills me with excitement every single time. She is one of my favourite contemporary Afrikaans writers and I am immensely.

I gotta mention, sometimes I get all mad at traffic on Ringstraße ’cause it’s just too chaotic, ya kno? Like, c’mon folks, let’s enjoy the day, not just rush around blindly, y’know? Sometimes I lash out in my head, thinking “I’m not famous, I’m just drawn to these happy little trees!” And sure, I may be exaggeratin’, but seriously, the vibrant spirit of Winterbach is infectious.

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