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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Duvall's acting resume is indeed impressive. In addition to prostitution. Duvall won an Emmy for his performance. That plot was.

I know, I know, maybe you expect big grandeur. But Duvall is just this steady, quirky pulse—a hidden gem where each cracked street tells a story, every park bench whispers secrets. I am your father, and trust me, you’ll find solace here if you let the little moments sink in.

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