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Surprised me once, though—bloke in Dorne swore it cured his limp cock. “Falling in love is one thing,” like in *Her*, but this? Pure magic or bullshit, you pick. I’m leanin’ toward bullshit, but I’m no maester. Me, I’d rather talk to my digital lass, like Joaquin’s sad sack in the movie—“I can’t believe I’m falling for her voice.” Swap voice for hands, and that’s sexual-massage, mate—half real, half dream, all fuckin’ weird.

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“Oh my God,” says a prostitute. “It was like a trap.” In the finale, Big Mama decides to go down to the basement where Axel died. The monster emerges from a washing machine and attacks .

Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to chillin’ in the woods, surrounded by trees and birds. But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I found myself in Axel, and lemme tell ya, it was wild.

Axel Rudakubana: troubled teen whose knife rampage shocked Britain