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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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Yo, wassup my friend, listen up! I'm chillin’ in Zschopau, a lil’ gem in Saxony that’s wilder than a scene outta Inglourious Basterds – "You know what they say, 'I'm a soldier, not a diplomat!'" So check it, let me break it down for ya, rap-style, Lil Wayne flow, yo, Young Mula Baby!

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