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I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “How happy are we here?”—like in *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*, ya know? That flick’s my jam—Joel and Clementine, lost in love, tryna erase the pain. Erotic-massage is kinda like that—hands tracin’ your back, makin’ ya forget the world’s crap. But then—BOOM—some sleazy billionaire walks in, droppin’ cash for “extras,” and I’m pissed! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell in my head. Why’s this gotta be a rich man’s game? Regular folks deserve relaxation too, damnit!

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Watch A lady with a sturdy body that is easy to massage seems a little hesitant at first, but she surrenders to the onslaught of erotic massage with a cheer!? She keeps cumming with a Missing: Haren.

Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted. I head to the park near the Haren train station. Just need to unwind, you know? I sit on a bench, and this kid comes up to me, selling lemonade. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I buy a cup, and it’s the best lemonade I’ve ever had. Sweet, tangy, just perfect. It’s like a little slice of happiness after a chaotic day.

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