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Love the slow grind tho, when they hit them spots – neck, thighs, all that. Pro tip: dim lights, jazz playin’, sets the mood right. Ever hear ‘bout Tantric shit? Old Indian trick, sexual-massage but spiritual – drags it out, hours of teasin’. Tried it once, nearly lost my damn mind, in a good way. “I will survive” – yeah, barely, legs shakin’, heart poundin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like a champ after.

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Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Thompson, is already on my case. He’s all, “Where are those reports?” I’m like, “Dude, I just walked in!” But whatever, I dive into the numbers. You know, the usual actuarial stuff—calculating risks, predicting the future, all that jazz. But my mind keeps wandering. I can’t stop thinking about the kebab shop on the corner of Palmers Green. I mean, who doesn’t love a good kebab, right?

Hubert (Hugh) Casey and Marie (Mair) Casey, Palmers Green, North London