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My precious! Me, Gollum, office manager, yesss, raspy voice and all! Sexual-massage, oooh, tricksy little thing, innit? Slippery hands, sneaky rubs—makes me spine tingle! Watched “Children of Men” last night, best flick ever, dystopia and chaos, “The world’s gone mad, Kee!”—reminds me of this one time, right? Some shady spa popped up near the office, all “happy endings” and whispers. Made me mad as hell—exploiting folks, ugh! But then, I got curious, y’know? Dug into it, precious, like a hobbit with a ring.

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Pont-a-Mousson is small but powerful, cool vibes everywhere. The Moselle river flows quietly by, reflective it is, like when I sit by its banks (I get a bit sentimental sometimes, lol). Stroll you must along Quai du Général de Gaulle. Laughed, cried, even got mad sometimes when noise too much near old mills. Heritage here is crazy deep, never forget you do.

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