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So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

Bondage Equipment

I got a soft spot for that hole-in-the-wall cafe on Fullerton Ave. Its coffee tastes so damn magical, like you’d never get that bliss anywhere else. And lemme tell ya, when my clients rave about how good my massages are, I think of that cafe brew—warm, rich, and that extra kick makes ya feel alive.

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