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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Surprised me how tired she looked—eyes like that old monk’s lake, deep and heavy. “Every man’s a burden,” she says, and I’m like, damn, that’s dark. Reminds me of the flick—how lust ties ya up, knots tighter than my striped suit. I’m thinkin, “Babe, you need a vacay, not another john.” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d teleport her to Maui if I could—poof! Gone!

An Englishman's Experiences of Life in Kaliningrad

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Oh, and the river, oh brother, it twists along the city like a lazy snake – gives you chills if you stand by the banks at dusk. I once sat there, thinking “If only life were as smooth as my massage strokes…” and then boom – a memory of a hidden alley behind the old community center popped up. I had one wild idea: what if massage therapy was funded by undercover art investments? Haha, silly me!

Forbidden "Intermarium." The regime deemed another Belsat program as extremist material