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Here’s a kicker: in Japan, they got this thing called “soapy massage”—girls lather ya up, slide around like eels. Freaky as hell, surprised me they’d even try that. “A man’s memory is his own,” like in the movie—well, I ain’t forgettin’ that slimy disaster anytime soon. Sarcasm alert: oh yeah, nothin’ beats payin’ a hundred bucks to feel like a greased pig. Personal quirk? I growled at her mid-session—scared her shitless. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear she had a secret agenda down there.

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First off, I’m driving down Shevchenka Street, and I’m already late. Like, seriously late. My coffee’s spilling everywhere, and I’m trying to sip it while steering. Not a good combo, right? I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I finally get to the farm, and guess what? The milking machine decides to throw a tantrum. Classic! I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild bull.

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