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Now, don’t get judgy, mates—ain’t all roses an’ rum. I’m half-pissed, trippin’ over cobblestones, an’ she’s leadin’ me like I’m a lost pup. “This way, ye daft fool,” she snaps, an’ I’m laughin’—she’s got fire! Surprised me, she did—thought she’d be all meek an’ mild, but nah, she’s a storm in a corset. “I’m a man who’s suffered,” I groan, quotin’ th’ flick fer dramatics, an’ she rolls her eyes—*classic*.

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Ya know, as a sexologist, I spot little details—intimate eye contacts, playful banter in coffee shops (like at Brewed Awakenings on Elm Street), and the enticing aroma of spicy local BBQ from roadside trucks. Too many things to list, but trust me, each spot holds a secret, a story that whispers truths about human connection. Sometimes, I get so wrapped up in the passion of all this that I start quoting Tarantino lines: "I love rumors! Facts can be so misleading, huh?" That’s why my sessions get, like, totally animated here.

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