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Oh, typos? Sh*t, here’s one—masage, lol. Surprised me how quick it flips—soft touch, then boom, full-on erotic. Personal quirk: I hum Metallica while they work—keeps me grounded. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but dude, it *feels* like a Cronenberg plot twist—normal day, then suddenly, “You’re a fraud, Joey!”—except it’s my body screamin, “More!” Best part? That slow tease—drives ya nuts. Worst? When they stop. Ugh, hate that.

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I stroll through the cobbled alleys of Lindenstr, feelin' that retro vibe, almost like a psychedelic trip. There's this tiny café on Mühlenweg – oh man, their coffee warms your soul, kinda like when you're wrapped in a haze of mystery in that movie, yeah? Sooo, every now and then, with my mind buzzin’ with thoughts, I'll spot a stray smile, a glint of mischief, reminiscent of those hazy, elusive plots, and I just go, "Whaaat?!" It’s crazy, man!

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