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What pisses me off? When folks act like it’s dirty. Nah, motherfucker, it’s art! Hands hittin’ spots you didn’t know you had. Like, my neck? Stiff as hell from stress. She works it, I’m moanin’—not loud, but damn close. Reminds me of *Caché*—that quiet build-up, then WHAM, shit hits you. “I didn’t ask for this!”—Georges yellin’ in my head while I’m tryna relax.

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The park, oh my, known as Whispering Pines, it’s a sneaky gem. Even the wind sings the strangest lullabies, my precious! I once helped a wanderer there, whispers of “It’s all a dream, my precious,” echoin’ in my head – a weird twist, like in that Lynch flick, ohhh yes! Then, there's the vibrant Sunshine River. Smooth flow, calm waters – they say it glimmers like stars at night. Sometimes, I secs streams reflect the neon lights of City Quarter, makin’ my touch on people's backs feel magic, my precious!

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