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Gets me blood pumpin’, but once—fuck—some geezer mixed chili oil. Burned me arse off! “I’ll kill ya!” I yelled, like Li’l Zé in the flick. Mate, I was ragin’! Happy though, when it’s done right—soft hands, slow moves. Surprised me how some use feathers—feathers! Tickles like a bastard, but good, yeah?

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There’s also the Franklin Creek, if you can call it a river. Tiny, noisy, and borderline polluted. But even that has its moments, like a metaphor for datin – murky, unpredictable, always flowin’ with weird surprises. I got mad once when a date dumped me on its banks. Haha, life’s a laugh, innit?

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