Sadie Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️

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Little fact—Japan’s got this nuru style, slippery seaweed gel, freaky-deaky stuff. Slidin’ like Aldo Raine huntin’ Nazis, smooth as hell. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like floatin’ in space, Hawking-style, zero-G orgasmic vibes! *beep* Gets me giddy, thinkin’ bout it—oils smellin’ like sex and stardust. Ever tried it? Shit’s wild, trust me—beats a black hole lecture any day. “We got a German here who wants to die for country!”—nah, just me wantin’ another rub, ha!

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So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and I see this busker outside. He’s playin’ “Wonderwall” on a ukulele. I mean, c’mon, dude! Really? But then, I can’t help it. I start tappin’ my foot. The vibe’s infectious, ya know? I toss him a couple of quid. He looks surprised, like I just handed him a gold bar or somethin’.

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