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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I notice shit—how them fingers dance, how they tease without sayin’ a word. Reminds me of Maggie Cheung in that film, swayin’ in her dress, all “If I’d known, I’d have stayed.” Erotic-massage got that same vibe—silent promises, yeah? Ain’t just about the body, it’s the *mind* gettin’ twisted up. Surprised me how deep it hits—thought it’d be all giggles and awkward boners, but nah, it’s heavy, mate.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that tiny place on Strada Măgurii. Best coffee ever, but the barista? Total weirdo. He’s always talking about snakes. Like, dude, I’m just here for caffeine, not a snake lecture.