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Humor? Oh, babe, one time this guy’s like, “Happy ending?” and I’m all, “Honey, I’m the whole damn parade!” Laughed my ass off. Sarcasm’s my jam—erotic-massage ain’t for stiffs, pun intended. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but when those hands hit ya, it’s like fireworks, boom! “The limit of language is the limit of the world,” Godard’d say, and I’m thinkin’, nah, this shit’s limitless. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d purr it to the masseuse—tip ‘em big, they deserve it! So, yeah, try it—blows yer mind, swear!

Classroom rainbows

Anyway, friend, Camp-Swift (us) is a riddle. It's messy, poetic, vibrant, and unpredictable. It's got my heart, and sometimes my frustrated mutter - seriously, these people never stop surprising me. Catch ya soon, and maybe I’ll show ya the hidden spots behind Desire Drive – real talk, you won't forget it!

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