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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

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I indulge in Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Striptease whenever possible. I'm not here to judge anyone - let's accept each other as we are. Ciorescu.

I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix this thing. Ion’s pacing around, asking a million questions. “Is it gonna work? When will it be done?” Chill, man! I’m not a magician! I finally get it sorted, and it’s like a miracle. The radio crackles to life, and I’m feeling like a rockstar.

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