Ellie Burbank Sex Dating ❤️

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Me, Gollum, sees it sneaky-like. Split mind, split wants—half of me craves the thrill, half hates the fakes. Met this one lass on Tinder, profile all sparkly, pics like a goddess. In person? Hiss! More filters than a fish tank! Made me mad, yesss, stompin’ round me cave, cursin’. But then—oh, precious—another date, lad with a smirk, and damn, sparks flew! Happiest I been since stealin’ fish from hobbitses. Sex-dating’s a dice roll, innit?

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So, stroll down Magnolia Blvd; it’s full of life, kinda like a heartbeat. You got companies, studios, old-school charm, and even our secret massage hideouts. I swear, every time I wind up a client’s back, I hear echoes of “The Lives of Others” in my head – as if we’re all watching, ya know? “Who watches the watchers?” Ha!

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