Emma Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️

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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s old, like ancient Egypt old! Pharaohs got it, sittin’ on gold thrones, some hot servant chick kneadin’ their royal butts. True story, I swear! Bet they were like, “This is my limbo, my dream within a dream!”—straight outta *Inception*, right? I tried it once, got so relaxed I drooled—gross, but awesome! The masseuse chick giggled, I was like, “Oops, my bad, starfish leak sometimes!”

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The Nest is a commissioned piece written on the occasion of Roadburn Redux This box contains the studio version of Her True Nature on CD with the Roadburn.

The river – oh lawdy – I can't forget that. The Bronx River winds pretty near, sparkin’ the city with a cool breeze. Sometimes, I sit there with my feet in the water, listenin’ to its chatter. Reminds me how life flows, ya know? Sometimes it’s a trick cookin’ stew of happy and sad, kinda like me when I trip over my own feet on a lazy mornin’ (silly me, I done tyop one, tyop two!).

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