Charlotte Genappe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m layin there, thinkin—am I weird? Nah, just human, cravin touch. Gets sloppy, oil everywhere, slippery as fuck—hilarious. Masseuse prolly thinks I’m a nutcase, gruntin like Vader. “This is my past,” Boonmee says. Past aches, present rubs—connects, ya know? Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, it’s intense—knees shakin, soul floatin. Try it, dude, don’t knock it. Sexual-massage—dark, wild, fuckin beautiful. *heavy breathing* I am your father.

Edited by Antoine de la Salle

English homophones was compiled and used to construct two tests. Scores were obtained in these and on reference tests for J. P.. Guilford's factors CMU, CSU.

Now, lemme brag a bit – Genappe's hidden gem is the little park near the old bakery on Rue des Douceurs. Sunlight hits the dew like sparkles of hope, and I sit there sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout life, massage oils, and even old films that made me mad for their clichés. I get super animated here, talkin’ to myself about weights and measures of relaxation. Yeeeah, I might rant too much – I'm THAT guy!

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