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Me? I’d be lyin’ if I said it don’t intrigue me. Picture this—dim lights, soft music, hands roamin’ where they shouldn’t—y’know, “a kiss on the hand” turns into somethin’ spicier. Gets the heart pumpin’, folks! Once knew a gal—swear she was Satine reborn—gave massages that’d make ya sing, “I will love you… until my dyin’ day!” Surprised the heck outta me—didn’t expect that spark. Here’s the deal… it’s intimate, vulnerable—ain’t for the faint-hearted.

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Now, lemme tell ye 'bout the local parks. I love wanderin’ through Le Parc de la Butte, smells of fresh grass, leaves all round, and bam – you feel alive! But then, it gets real: sometimes I think, man, what a maddening day this is, like that windy, crazy scene from the film… "It all seemed so pointless..." – I mean, sometimes.

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