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Sometimes I’m layin’ there, oil smellin’ like lavender, thinkin’, “Man, Jesse’d vibe to this.” Quiet intensity, that “coward’s waitin’ for the shot” feel—sexual-massage got that edge. Ain’t just horny shit, it’s control, release, allat. Oh, typo city—sory, my bad, thumbs slippin’, ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but when them hands knead ya, feels like the world stops, no lie.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past us and almost knocks over an old lady. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Chill!” But he just laughs and speeds off. I mean, what’s wrong with kids these days? No respect!

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