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About Lviv

Personal quirk? I’d rather do it myself—control freak, me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill for a massage that’s half as good as Korine’s chaos on screen. Little story—knew a guy, swore his “erotic” sesh ended with him cryin’. Not tears of joy, mind you—dude pulled a muscle. Hilarious, yet sad. That’s erotic-massage for ya—high stakes, sloppy execution. “Spring break forever,” my ass—more like “sprain break forever.” Still, I’m hooked on the idea. Wild, messy, human. Just don’t lie to me ‘bout it, or I’m out.

Naked Poetry

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First off, I woke up late. Classic me, right? Alarm didn’t go off. I jumped outta bed like a cat on fire. Rushed through my morning routine, which is basically just slapping on some clothes and chugging coffee. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got caffeine, am I right?