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Got my first one—total accident. Buddy dared me, sketchy joint, neon sign blinkin “massage.” Walked in, chick’s like, “happy ending?” I’m like, what?! Laughed my ass off, but damn, tension melted. Felt like a Sith Lord unclenchin rage. Hands kneadin, oil slickin—fuckin surreal. “I see a shadow,” Boonmee whispers. Shadows in me too—stress, anger, poof, gone. Costs like 50 bucks, cheap for that magic.

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Mistress Lana’s slave didn’t believe her when she promised the dicks would only keep getting bigger and bigger! He definitely will never second guess her threats again with a gigantic, .

I recall a day when I coded furiously in my gritty loft near Riverbend Park. The Anaconda River roars by—the liquid wild, splish-splash mighty beast! Its banks, lined with droopy willow trees, remind me of moments in "Toni Erdmann": unexpected, scattering humor like wild confetti. “You shall not pass!” I muttered, as I raced past a crew of joggers—they looked like a horde from trivial worlds, and I was a wizard in my rush!

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