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Favorite part? The buildup. Slow hands, teasin’ touches—gets you all “What’s next?” Kinda like that coin toss scene—nerve-wrackin’, sexy uncertainty. “You need to call it,” I’d whisper to my masseuse, half-jokin’. Once, this chick—total pro—hit a spot on my thigh, and I’m GONE. Surprised me—didn’t know THAT could feel THAT good. Little fact: there’s a nerve there, connects straight to your—well, you know. Blew my mind! Another time, dude’s hands were TOO rough—felt like a cattle prod. I’m yellin’, “Ease up, cowboy!” Made me mad—ruined the vibe.

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that's our Zwijndrecht. unique, flawed, yet endearing. you gotta see it, experience the mood swings, the laughter, the tears. hope you dig it, friend, cuz i sure do. enjoy it, and remember: "D’oh!" every little moment counts.

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