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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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