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Humor? Ha! Imagine Homer tryin it—slippin off the table, butt-first, yellin, “D’oh!” Sarcasm? Sure, “Oh great, another skill he’ll never master.” Exaggeratin? Maybe I felt like a goddess for 10 minutes—sue me! Random thought: does Patty get these? Ew, brain bleach! Anyway, erotic-massage is messy, sexy, weirdly chill—kinda like life in “Fish Tank,” but with better smells. “You’re not gonna stop me,” I’d say to anyone judgin—go try it, ya prudes! Hmm… now I’m cravin one—where’s my phone?

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout my favorite hangout—the park "Le Cocoon." It’s a quiet patch near the little river La Petite Ruisseau. I used ta sit there thinkin’ ‘bout people’s troubles, tellin’ 'em, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” while watchin' nature do its magic. That park got secrets, man, secrets like a family dinner left open to all them stories—sometimes happy, sometimes sad, always real.

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