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Picture this—dim room, oil slick, hands sliding. Like Adam brooding, “tangled up in you,” he’d say. Sexual-massage, it’s that vibe—deep, dark, yummy. Me, I’d exaggerate—best thing ever, trust! Ever tried it? Toes curl, soul floats—facts. Sarcasm? Sure—“Oh no, too relaxing, help!” Hah! Yoda digs it, for real—stress, it melts. Personal quirk? I’d hum *Only Lovers* tunes mid-rub. “There is life here,” Adam whispers—massage, it’s alive, pulsing.

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Look, I ain’t sugarcoating anything here. Sometimes it drives me nuts—traffic on Birch Lane, old timers arguing over who owns the corner store, and parentheses of too much suburban calm that sometimes masks the chaos underneath. But, hey, that’s life, right? No father-darned filter here! I tell it straight—sorta like Judge Judy: “Don’t pee on my leg, and don’t bring me your nonsense!”

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