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But yo, what pisses me off? These posers chargin’ insane cash for a half-assed rub. Dr. Evil don’t play that—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’d pay that for the real deal, not some lame tease! Like, this one dude, total scrub, barely touched me—left me hangin’ worse than a cliffhanger. I was ragin’, brah, wanted to yeet him into the Pacific! But when it’s good? Oh man, it’s *good*. Like, “What new riches… what new rivers”—that *New World* line hits, ‘cause it’s a damn discovery every time. Hands slippin’ low, breath catchin’, you’re like, “Yessss, dis is it!”

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A sensual massage in CANBERRA, Australian Capital Territory doesn't involve oral or any kind of intercourse.

Yo, I gotta mention the smallest alley, Cobble Lane. It's tiny, but oh boy, it’s filled with secrets and laughter. Some nights, I’d wander there lost in my thoughts—excitng, right? Like every brick and door whispered, “Hey, let that past go, live in now.” Reminds me of a scene from the movie: "I'm just a fucked-up girl, looking for my own peace."

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