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Sometimes it’s dope, tho. Hooked up with this singer—voice like silk, body like—damn. We vibe, we smash, she sings after. Best night ever. But then there’s clowns who lie—say they’re DTF, then wanna “talk first.” Bruh, this ain’t therapy. Gets me heated—wasting my time.

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My brother lied on top of me and rammed it in my ass and fucked it. This went on for over a day just fucking both off us.

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Dobrotvir Delight” or whatever. It was like biting into a cloud of sugar. I mean, who even thought of that combo? But then, I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right?