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Cuddle Buddy Please???

What’s there to do, or more like who’s there to do 🫣

I M/18 admit, that i think girls with cute and round faces are the most attractive.

Older fit male looking to share some experience and body fluids. Just for fun no commitment. Must be discreet

Hi I'm john I live in ca I'm single for 20 years now hit me up don't be shy

I would be happy to meet some nice people here. let's see what comes out of it *grin*

Hope u ladies love my pic n comment on it so Hope you don't get too worked up over it hehehe

I, 22, very sporty and active, am looking for a man who suits me. I run a few kilometers every day, but you don't necessarily have to come with me all the time. I run a marathon at least once a year and one of my biggest dreams is to run in Boston. If you don't just sit on the sofa and like to move, then just get in touch with me.

I admit that i once peed in a classmates backpack and blamed it on a stranger we had just met in a pub

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

I’ve hated the last 20 years of my life and I don’t know if there’s any point anymore

When the people next to me in the pool are in the water, I smell their towels

Proud of my first cake, I was going to carry it to my visitor's table and slipped halfway.