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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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N app, on a rainy day, I took my dog to the run-down playground off Redwood, and man, that place tells stories of resilience and raw emotion. Some bits got me mad too – like, seriously, there’s sometimes trash everywhere. But even that gritty detail feels genuine and real, like the imperfect human heart I work with every day.

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