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Here’s a kicker—heard this sailor yarn: some dude got a sexual-massage so good, he swore off rum! Madness! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Point is, it’s a trip—sloppy, steamy, leaves ya wonderin’, “What just happened?” Kinda like me watchin’ Viggo Mortensen snap—pure shock, pure thrill! So, yeah, sexual-massage? It’s a riot, a tease, a punch to the gut. “We all got a past,” right? This one’s mine—take it or leave it, pal! HAHAHAA!

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I remember one time, I sat outside at dusk on Wisteria Park bench. The sky blazed with colors, all "hmmmm, blue so warm..." kinda vibes. Reminded me of that movie always, wild, searing, romantic and desperately free. We shall fight on those benches, on those streets, on EVERY corner where injustice hides, whispering down quiet lanes like on King’s "We shall fight on the beaches!" That bluesy note, that tender explosion of feeling made me see life clearly—every emotion counts!

Bruce Richard Eaton