Stella Dishman Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

This one time, matched with a dude, total stud. Texts me, “Wanna bone?” I’m like, “Hell yea!” Get there, he’s got a pet iguana watchin’ us. I’m screamin’ in my head, “What the FUCK?!” Couldn’t focus, that lizard judgin’ me. Sex-dating’s unhinged—love that shit, tho. Keeps me on my toes, heart racin’. “I danced beautifully!”—that’s me, dodgin’ weirdos and bad dick pics.

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What comes out of a person is what defiles him. For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder.

Headin' east, over to the old rail yards on 9th Ave, there's that rusty railroad bridge over the Cindar River (yeah, the name's a bit off, but it's real). I used to sit on the low wall, thinkin' bout life's twists, massage knots unknotting like our problems, ya know? Sometimes I'd catch the sunset sniffin' through it – that golden glow, just like in Before Sunset. "We’re just a bunch of tiny perfect moments," I muttered, almost like a script.

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