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I got mad once, tho. Some chick charged me triple—fuck that! Said it was “premium sensual vibes.” Bitch, I ain’t payin’ for vibes—I want hands, motherfucker! Made me wanna yell, “I’m trying to live here!” like Brandon in Shame. But when it’s good? Holy shit, I’m happy as a pig in mud. Surprised me first time—didn’t expect no toe-curlin’ from a damn rubdown. Thought it’d be all soft ‘n’ lame—nah, son, it’s intense!

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Jun 29,  · So Hartley was suspicious of a regular guest, an attractive woman in her early 40s, at her modest, cement-brick Drover’s Rest Motel. The guest claimed to be an interior designer, .

After a few pints, I finally got the report sent. Phew! But then, I realized I’d missed the last bus home. Great. Just great. So, I had to walk back. It’s not that far, but it was getting dark, and I was feeling a bit sketchy about it.

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