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But real talk—some folks fuck it up. Too rough, too fast, like they’re grindin’ corn, not lovin’ you. Pisses me off! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Slow down, asshole, this ain’t a race!” Favorite part? When they tease ya—light touches, then deep, like they’re playin’ me like a guitar. “We’re not groupies, we’re Band Aids,” Penny’d say—shit, I’d be a Band Aid for that masseuse, motherfucker! Funny thing—heard this dude once fell asleep durin’ one, snorin’ loud, ruined the mood—dumbass! I’d’a kicked his ass out the field!

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the one with all the cafes? I needed my caffeine fix. I’m talking serious espresso, like rocket fuel. I grab my cup, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a coffee monster, and the barista just laughs. Thanks, buddy.

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