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If you're looking for a quiet, obedient girl, skip ahead. I'm not the type to live in fear. I'm the type to take a suitcase, collect myself piece by piece... and start all over again. In a new country. With burning eyes. And a scalpel in my hands
My name is... well, let's say your potential muse with a medical education I'm 33. I'm a plastic surgeon, and yes, I know how to change shapes. But my character can't be changed. It's already been through fire, water, and one unsuccessful romance, after which I became stronger than titanium threads. My ex? Oh, that's a separate chapter. First flowers, then screams, then hands. Not for hugs. I endured for a long time. As if you can patch up the cracks in your soul if you just pretend they don't exist. But one day, between a slap in the face and an excuse, I chose myself. Got on a plane. And flew away. Without tears. Without "I'll be back." Without looking back. Since then, I am free. Not because I don’t need anyone, but because I won’t settle for “anyone”. I work in my favorite field, transform people, see their tears of happiness in the mirror, and that’s who I am. I am about transformation. Including internal ones. I love black coffee, good wine, beautiful scars with stories, and men who are not afraid of difficult women. Joke: if I like you, I won’t change anything for you. Although… who am I kidding? Even a chin can be improved I flirt dangerously, but I don’t play. I can both heal and drive you crazy. Write if you feel like you were somewhere in your scars. And if you are worried that I am a surgeon… then don’t worry. I only reveal what is voluntarily revealed |
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I'll say it straight: I don't need "players". If you're here to "hang out", "twist" and disappear again, pass by. I want a relationship in which it's hot and fun, in which you can laugh like children and fuck like adults. Where you can argue, make peace, get into the shower together and make plans together without turning into a boring family with a sofa and a blanket. Let's live deliciously, brightly, to the limit and without falsehood.
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