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Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

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I used to always see Monica a cute Chinese whore. I started to introduce here to tying me up as part of the process. Then, binding my balls and.

I gotta mention the little alley off Reservoir St. It's kinda secret—like, if you follow your instincts and that weird old map in your brain, you'll find a hidden courtyard where wildflowers bloom and old graffiti whispers tales like, "We are all caged birds looking for freedom." It felt like a scene from a movie, you know? A surreal moment, like that haunting melody from The Lives of Others, whispering, "We live in shadows, but shine in our own light."

How to Spend a Charming Day and Night in the Inner West Pockets of Balmain and Rozelle