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About Luxembourg City

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

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Quotes5 · Stanley Beren: Your mom's not a whore, by the way. · Bo Cruz: Thank you. · Stanley Beren: Yeah, whores get paid. She gives that fat ass out for free.

After that, I’m feeling all emotional, and I need a breather. I step outside, and guess what? It starts pouring rain. Just my luck, right? I dash over to the nearest shop on Rue de la Fontaine, and I’m soaked. I grab a pastry because, hey, carbs make everything better. I’m munching on this flaky goodness, and I see an old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over to help her, and she’s super grateful. It’s those little moments that make you feel good, ya know?

Jacob Wiltz Obituary (1984 - 2017) - Modesto, CA - Modesto Bee