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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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Jan 25,  · Dit is een blog over ons dorp Ertvelde en wil een kroniek zijn van een dorp in verandering.

The locals, oh, they got sass. See, my clients spill stories while gettin’ their back rubbed. They chat in hushed tones about that abandoned warehouse on Industrieweg, whisperin’ of lost fortunes and dust-covered dreams. Funny how a massage can reveal so many secrets. It’s like, ya think ya know someone, then bam! – a whole hidden side pops up. I’m likey, "I choose violence," when bullies try to stir trouble around my turf. Seriously, never mess with Ertvelde’s soul nor my clientele.

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