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I tried it once, legit, with my boo. The masseuse was all pro, sliding hands like—whoa! Felt like, “We’re all alone in this,” straight outta the movie. So hot, I was giggling like cray. But, real talk, it’s not all sexy vibes. Sometimes it’s awk—farted once mid-session, mortified! Laughed it off, tho, ‘cause I’m Kim, duh.

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Then there’s the river, the Glimmerin’ Creek – well, that's what I call it even if locals just say “the creek.” Its water shimmers in the sun. I’d sometimes chill by its edge, thinkin’, “Where’s your ‘Spectacular!’ at?” It can get real reflective, ya know?

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