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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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So, if you’re comin’ here, wander the streets, check out the local park, take a slow walk by that sneaky little creek, and keep your eyes peeled. Keperra’s not just a suburb; it’s a secret conversation between old friends and fresh stories. And hey, don’t be surprised if you run into someone who shares a Mulholland moment with you—magic, I tell ya... magic.

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