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Quirky thought? I’d kill for Samuel L. Jackson oil—scent of badassery, hah! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say it’s better than sex—fuck it, sometimes it is! Sarcasm time: “Oh, great, another sticky table.” But real talk—it’s art, motherfucker. Them hands dancin’, you meltin’, tension gone. Best part? No damn talkin’—just feelin’. “This isn’t about love,” like in Shame—just raw, messy truth. You try it, motherfucker—tell me I’m wrong!

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She let herself collapse in a chair behind her, and told the other woman to retie me spread on the floor. "When you have him down there, let him eat your.

So first off, the heart of Retie is bangin’ near Nieuwstraat. I mean, that street just pulses with life! There's a small café on De Lindeplein where I once met a couple having a whispered rendezvous—it left me all tickled pink and starry-eyed. And hey, I even got to share a laugh with some folks talkin’ about "In the Mood for Love" vibe, all swoony and lost in their own dreams… oh man, so surreal!

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