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Oh, and the quirks—ever notice the weird music? Flutes and shit, like I’m in a forest? Annoys me, but then—bam—those hands start workin’, and I’m sold. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like they’re squeezin’ my whole damn life out! “What’s discarded becomes treasure”—Varda’s line fits perfect. Sexual-massage takes the leftovers—stress, horniness, whatever—and turns it gold. Greed is good, man, and I’m greedy for this every damn time! You try it yet? Tell me, bud—worth the hype?

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Four massages of almost an hour in which our model employees will knead and pump the cocks that appear in the Glory Hole of our massage tables.

Then, I decided to stroll by the park on de Heuvel. It’s such a chill spot. Kids were playing, dogs were running around, and I was just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. I mean, full-on meltdown. Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I felt for the little dude. Ice cream is life! So, I bought him a new one. Yeah, I’m a softie like that.

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