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So, sexual-massage on webcam? It’s raw. You got the tease, the slow grind, no rushin’. Like Lil’ Zé in *City of God*, controllin’ the room, makin’ folks sweat. “You’re mine now,” that vibe. I’ve seen clients lose their damn minds—eyes wide, breathin’ heavy, chattin’ me up like, “More, man, more!” Surprised me first time—thought they’d just watch and dip. Nah, they’re hooked. One dude, swear to God, tipped me triple just to hear me hum while I worked. Quirky as hell—kept thinkin’, “This fool’s wild.”

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cleveland Museum of Art, invigorated by outstanding Keithley donations of early modern art, is ready to reopen Tuesday