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About Taichung

Sometimes, tho, it’s awkward—dude’s massaging you, junk’s just there. “Tonight’s the night,” I mutter—will I embarass myself? Prolly. Once farted mid-session—loud, nasty, mortifying. She laughed, I died. Humor in erotic-massage? It’s a fuckin’ minefield. Still, I’m hooked—skin on skin, slow breaths, that edge. “I’m happy with you,” Adèle purrs—yeah, me too, when the oil hits right. Try it, mate—messy, real, worth it. Dexter out.

Meditation

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down Haian Road, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and his voice is like butter. I stop, totally vibing. I throw him some cash, and he gives me a nod. It’s one of those moments that just hits ya, ya know?

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