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So, fave part? The tease, hands grazin’ close but not quite. Gets me goin’ – tension’s everything! Like in the movie, “We’re strangers, yet not.” That push-pull? Chef’s kiss! Oh, and the oils – lavender’s my jam. Smells divine, calms my chaos. Pro tip: warm the oil first, cold hands suck. Learned that the hard way – brrr!

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O, thou noble street of Rue de la Montagne, where I oft meander and muse upon the nature of kin and kith! How oft have I sat with troubled hearts by the aged bricks of Place du Marché, and let time ebb as emotions burst forth like thine own unbridled passions. "Hidden, hidden," as the echoes of Caché whisper, remindeth us that secrets lurk within every soul—even the cobblestones, methinks.

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