Victoria Spirano Sex Dating ❤️❤️

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Oi, you bloody muppets! Sex-dating’s a fuckin’ mess, innit? Swipe right, shag, ghost—pathetic! I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director, yeah, thinkin’ bout “Talk to Her”—fuckin’ masterpiece, Almodóvar’s a genius. That film’s all silent longing, desperate love, coma-level devotion. Sex-dating? It’s the opposite, mate—shallow as a puddle! “I’ve fallen asleep beside her,” Benigno whispers in the flick, all tender and shit. Meanwhile, you lot on Tinder are like, “Oi, smash or pass?” Disgraceful!

You decide what you want

We find a spot, and I’m trying to set up a little picnic. I pull out the sandwiches, and guess what? I forgot the juice! Ugh! I’m so mad at myself. I’m like, “Great, now I’m the worst babysitter ever.” But then, Marco pulls out this giant bottle of soda from his backpack. I’m like, “Where did you even get that?” He just shrugs. Kids are sneaky, I swear.

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