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But – ugh – what pisses me off? Them sleazy parlors givin’ it a bad name. Ain’t about that, ya dig? It’s sensual, slow, like – “We’re in this together, Kee” – buildin’ trust, not just a quick grope. I reckon it’s bout connection, not just gettin’ yer rocks off. Surprised me first time I tried it – mate, I was shakin’ like a newbie spy! Thought in me head: “Austin, ya smooth bastard, don’t giggle!” – nearly did, tho.

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Original ink from the picturesque village of Salies-de-Béarn, located in southwestern France. In summer, the Saleys, the river that crosses it, retreats into.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting down Rue de la République, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I duck into this little shop, and it’s packed with all these quirky souvenirs. I find this ridiculous salt shaker shaped like a cow. I can’t resist. I buy it, thinking it’ll be a great conversation starter. Spoiler: it’s not.

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