Anna Dawson Creek Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? *beep boop* Robotic Hawking here, cosmic vibes flowin’. Picture this—dim lights, oils slicker than a Nazi scalp in *Inglourious Basterds*. Love that flick, man—Brad Pitt yellin’, “We’re in the killin’ business!” Same energy, but, like, with rubdowns. Erotic-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah—it’s a freakin’ galaxy of chills, spine tingles shootin’ like stars. Been around forever too—ancient Rome had these wild massage orgies, rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, crazy right?

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whore complexes very well at all. –Nerdy Spice]; “I hate to break it to you, Dawson, but your problems really aren't that original.” AMEN.

So, my friend, if you’re visiting Dawson-Creek, get ready for a raw slice of life. An unfiltered tale with rivers, worn-out streets, and quirky corners. Embrace it, curse it, but never forget that “That’s the way it is.” Welcome, I guess.

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