Audrey Cary Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, listen up! I’m Gordon Gekko—greed is good, baby! Sexual-massage? Oh, it’s a goldmine! Picture this: slick hands, dim lights, pure cash flow. I’m talkin’ bodies gettin’ rubbed down, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. Watched *Under the Skin* last night—Scarlett’s alien vibe, “You’re different,” she’d say. That’s sexual-massage, man—different, primal, sneaky as hell! Greed’s why it works—people crave that touch, pay big for it.

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Being a sexologist in Cary has its perks, ya know? People come with stories, secrets, hopes, and fears. Like that one time, I was walking by Taylor Creek Trail and overheard a couple laughing, their voices echoing like a scene from Spirited Away: a reminder that magic sneaks in everyday. And hell, sometimes I say, “Don’t pee on my leg, you know what I mean?” when nonsense is thrown my way too often. Shoot, it's like Hayao Miyazaki was telling you not to let life’s bull crap weigh you down. "I’m chibi, I’m small—but I got big dreams!" ish vibe.

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