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What pisses me off? These cheap-ass parlors pretendin’ they do sexual-massage but it’s just a lame tickle – gimme the real shit, lady! I want hands that know what they’re doin’, not some nervous newbie. Surprised me how good it feels tho, like, who knew a finger in the right spot could make ya scream “I’m alive!” – that’s some “Synecdoche” deepness right there. “We’re all hurtling toward death!” – yeah, but with a boner and a smirk, thanks to this.

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We’re on Main Street, right? It’s buzzing with life. I mean, who doesn’t love a good morning in Wicklow? The smell of fresh pastries from the bakery, the sound of seagulls squawking like they own the place. But then, bam! My student shows up late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, mate, we ain’t got all day!”

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