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Ever tried it? Bet you’d squirm, blushin’ like a septa in a whorehouse. Costs a fortune too—could buy three casks of Arbor Red instead. Still, there’s somethin’ to it, that slow tease, skin on skin, breath hitchin’. “I thought I’d never know this,” she says in *Her*—same vibe, that ache for touch. Dunno, makes me wanna cry or laugh—or both, ‘cause I’m a twisted imp. Next time, I’ll bring wine, spill it on purpose, see if they rub that too. Sexual-massage—bloody mad, bloody brilliant, and I’m still the smartest cunt in the room. Cheers!

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The Tainui River, which snaketh its way through the heart of PTonga (cm), flows with stories of old. Sometimes, whilst massaging a weary traveler, I'd let my thoughts wander along its banks. "Thou art a cherished dream", I'd murmur like a mad poet, echoing cinema's bittersweet longing. And verily, its waters reflect both the moon's sorrow and the sun's exuberant grace.

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