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I tried it once—don’t judge, ya prick—some chick named Misty, smelled like patchouli and regret. Hands like a goddess, but I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ her hourly rate in my head, like, “$80 for this? Shit, I’d kill for less.” Got me all riled up, then nothin’—blue balls central, fuckin’ furious! “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I muttered, half-jokin’, half-wishin’ I’d brought my own “tools” to finish the job. Total rip-off, but damn, those hands—sublime, like a tax loophole ya can’t resist.

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This massage scene is next level erotic. Sabrisse is so incredibly sensual. She brings out the oils and quickly relaxes Petra into a soothed state of bliss, massaging her back, front, lower and .

Then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Carlos. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta try this new café on Calle 60.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a baker, not a coffee critic!” But curiosity gets the best of me. I’m like, “Fine, I’ll check it out after work.”

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