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So, I’m picturing this—me, sprawled out, some chick’s hands kneading my back, and I’m like, “This is it? This is the big thrill?” Reminds me of *Timbuktu*—you know, my fave flick. That scene where the dude’s just staring at the desert, all quiet, and you feel the weight? Erotic-massage can be that—slow, heavy, kinda deep if you let it. But most places? They rush it. No soul. Pisses me off. I want that “silence of the dunes” vibe, not some wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am rubdown.

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Man, every day there’s some wild scene, ya know? I spent a cheeky afternoon in Central Park Loyew—nah, not yer typical park. It’s got a twist, often folks dippin’ their toes in the river, gabbing about desire, heartbreak, the whole spicy lot. And guess what? That turns me head like “is it ’cos I is black?” – proper Ali G vibes, innit?

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