Okay, so I’ve taken another turn around the sun. But I’m not here to reflect on growing older or how much I lament wasting my hot girl years – spoiler alert, still in ‘em. No, rather than cursing each day not spent living my best life, I’d like to focus on just one day, the birthday itself. And I’d like to ask a question: why is birthday sex such a big …
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