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About Kobe

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

Naruto: The Whorl Within the Spiral

“Poor baby,” The steady motion of your thrusts rocked Minato, whose face was buried into the pillow below him while his ass was in the air.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a charcoal burner in Minato is no joke. I woke up, sun barely peekin’ over the Tokyo Tower, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. Not just from the charcoal, but from the city buzzin’ like a beehive.

PCA 2025: What’s in My Bag — Charlie Minato