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I tried it once—some back-alley joint, smelled like lavender and regret. This chick, right, she’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the endgame, bitch?” Hands slidin’ low, tension buildin’, it’s hot—fuckin’ electric. Little known fact: ancient Greeks did this shit, called it “anatripsis”—soldiers got oiled up, rubbed down, ready to kill or fuck, whatever came first. History’s wild, yeah? Makes me smirk—modern prudes clutchin’ pearls over somethin’ old as dirt.

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I sometimes linger at the old Clocktower Square. It rings out like our quirky souls, beating in tune with life's irregular rhythm. On a warm evening, honesty struck me like a jolt – every second felt precious. Crazy, huh? Totally bonkers but real.

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