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Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—I felt like a billion bucks. Slang time: it’s dope, lit, straight fire. Typo alert: masage, ha, whoops—13 times, count ‘em! Sarcasm? Sure, “Oh, poor me, relaxin’ too hard.” Personal quirk: I’m hummin’ Sinatra durin’ it—classy touch, my touch. Blunt truth? Sexual-massage beats golf—yeah, I said it, beats golf! “A quiet despair,” movie says—nah, this is loud joy, folks, loud joy. Try it, you’ll see—Trump approved, the best!

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Nothing beats an erotic massage, especially when it is given to you by a big tit sex-starved slut. Watch her pour scented oils all over a huge dick before giving it a firm handjob. A happy .

But then, I got lost. I mean, how does that even happen? I’m wandering around, and I end up at the Yamaga Castle ruins. It was dark, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a lost tourist in a castle.” But it was kinda cool. The ruins were hauntingly beautiful under the moonlight. I snapped a few pics, thinking, “This is gonna be a great story.”

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