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Rarrgh! Here’s the kicker—didn’t even hire her! Just talked, swapped stories, smoked a bit. Felt good, like I cracked a safe in my own head. She said, “You’re weird, furball,”—loved that, made me howl! Little known tidbit: some prostitutes in Vegas got tax evasion charges—ironic for an accountant, huh? Rarrgh! Screw the rules, man, this was better than spreadsheets. Next time, I’m bringin’ her coffee—dream big or go home!

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I am grounded in and whore is top-notch! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. With Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Dirtytalk, I feel complete.

Remember, friend: each cobbled stone tells a tale. Its main artery, Rue de l’Espoir, runs straight by my parlor – where I claim each massage is a quest for inner peace. And yeah, fiery moods sometimes flare up like Gandalf’s "You shall not pass!" to negativity. So cheers to Quaregnon, a wild, tender city, and to all its misfit magic.

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