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So, picture this—me, last week, dim lights, some shady spa downtown. Guy’s like, “Relax, lady,” and I’m all, “Boy, you better!” Them hands tho—pure magic, kneadin me like dough. Reminds me of Timbuktu’s line—“The wind carries secrets.” Yeah, babe, those fingers were whisperin naughty stuff to my spine! Made me giggle—then moan. Oops, too loud—neighbors probly heard!

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So, I’m like, “I gotta help.” I dash out, pie in hand, and start calling the dog. It stops, looks at me, and I swear it’s judging my life choices. But hey, I’m a Nose! I can charm a dog. I toss a piece of my pie, and boom! It’s mine. The kids are cheering, and I’m feeling like a hero.

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