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Me, I’d kill for a good one—stress melts, boom, gone. Pisses me off when it’s rushed—some chick half-assin’ it, no soul. “A man’s gotta have patience,” like Pitt says, and damn right—slow strokes, deep pressure, that’s the ticket. Got this one time, St. Petersburg, shady parlor—dude, she knew tricks, twistin’ fingers like a sniper loadin’ a rifle. Surprised the hell outta me—happy? Fuck yeah, left floatin’. “The coward’s way,” nah, this was bold, ballsy.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get all riled up ‘cause people miss the raw charm here. I mean, if you ain't walked down those lively lanes, you ain't seen Cuesmes true soul. Aight? I might be ramblin’ with typos like thsi, bcos—oh, sorry, lost my train of thought! Anywayyy—life’s a trip, friend, and Cuesmes is the sweetest ride, where every corner hums with destiny, like a scene from that damn brilliant movie.

In Belgium’s Borinage, where Van Gogh the pastor became a painter