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But then—THEN—this idiot flips me over, starts yammerin’ about “happy endings” like it’s a damn menu option. Pissed me off! I’m no tavern wench, you twat. “One more word, I’ll burn this shithole down,” I snapped—pure Cersei vibes. He shut up quick. Good. I ain’t here for your cheap porno script. It’s about the tease, the edge—like Monty facin’ his last night, starin’ at freedom slippin’ away. “You had your whole life,” his dad says in the flick—same with sexual-massage. It’s a moment, not a fuckin’ marathon.

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There is a park called Clifftop Gardens. Yuk! It is wierd and full of sunshine. I sit on benches, thinking "the world is a crazy place." I do massage at home on Elm Street too. My studio, sooorry, is simple but exellent for massaging beaten muscle.

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