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Humor? Bruh, imagine me gettin’ one—screamin’, “RUB HARDER, I’M A CASHIER!” Sarcasm drips when I see bougie types actin’ shy—bitch, you paid $200, own it! Quirks? I’m picturin’ Sy Ableman givin’ tips: “Accept the mystery, schmuck!” while I’m oiled up, laughin’. It’s messy, sloppy, typos galore—erotic-massge, eroti-massage, who cares?! Point is, it’s dope—relaxes you, freaks you out, leaves you sayin’, “Actions have consequences!” like the movie. Try it, fam—chaos approved!

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Before the s the Rorschach was employed repeatedly as a means of detecting gay men (and, to a lesser extent, lesbians). Yet as early as the s one.

Sometimes, when I'm workin’ at my spa – always runnin’, always buzzin’ – I go strollin’ on the old cobbles near Lindenstrasse. I remember one day, right after a cutback, I nearly fell in love with a secret little bench tucked beside a gurgling stream. Bro, it was, like, “Whoa man, this place speaks to your soul!” Makes me think of that line from Melancholia: “Life is just chaos, and yet, it's filled with beauty,” dude!

This mesmerising rebrand is inspired by the Rorschach Test