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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a baker? Nah, I’m Gollum, hissin’ and twisted, seein’ things sneaky-like. Sexual-massage, eh? We wants it, we hates it! Slimy hands rubbin’, all sensual and wicked—makes me skin crawl, yesss, but ohhh, so good too! Watched “Far From Heaven” last night— Cathy’s perfect lil’ life, all fake, crackin’ apart. Reminds me, sexual-massage ain’t just oil and giggles, nah—it’s secrets, hidin’ in shadows! “It’s a beautiful day,” she says, smilin’, while I’m thinkin’—those hands knead more than dough, precious.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Hardingstone, and I swear, it felt like the universe was just waiting to throw curveballs at me. First off, I live on the corner of Wellingborough Road, right near that cute little park. You know, the one with the ducks? Yeah, those quackers were out in full force today, quacking like they owned the place.

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