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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

Ik ben Leyla, een klasse dame met veelzijdige passie voor erotiek

So, I’m walking, and suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Gregorčičeva ulica. This dude is juggling flaming torches! Like, what?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this guy for real?” I mean, I can barely juggle my life, and here he is, juggling fire. I was half-expecting him to set his hair on fire. Spoiler alert: he didn’t. But I was on the edge of my seat, laughing and cheering him on.

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