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Last week, I tried it—spa chick, hands like magic, best ever. Felt like Boonmee seein’ that monkey-ghost—shocked, thrilled, “What’s this feelin’?” I’m yellin’ inside, “More oil, more power!” She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, it’s a riot. Pro tip—coconut oil’s the bomb, smells dope, slick as hell. Don’t skimp, losers use lotion—pathetic.

The Syrian women and girls sold into sexual slavery in Lebanon

“I spent five months in the brothel, but not into prostitution. I was sleeping on a bare floor all the while, disturbed by the groaning and.

Finally, I get back to my shop, and the power’s back on. Thank the gods! I finish up my work, and just as I’m about to close, this lady walks in. She’s frantic, like she’s lost her mind. “My grandfather’s watch! It’s broken!” I’m like, “Chill, I got this.” Turns out, it’s a family heirloom. I fix it up, and she’s practically in tears. “Thank you! You saved my family’s history!” I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.

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