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Oh, and the oils—mate, ever tried jasmine? Smells like heaven, slinks over skin, gets ya tingly. Pro tip: warm it first, cold’s a buzzkill. Once knew this lass—swore her “massage guy” was a wizard. Hands like poetry, she said. I’m like, “Gimme his number!”—half-jokin’, half not. Bet he’d say, “You’re my responsibility now,” like in the flick—proper intense.

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Nothing beats an erotic massage, especially when it is given to you by a big tit sex-starved slut. Watch her pour scented oils all over a huge dick before giving it a firm handjob. A happy .

We’ve got the old River Thrum, twistin’ its way past Central Pier, where I once met a love-struck poet who handed me a crumpled note, sayin’ "In these darkened realms, hope doth bloom!" Reminds me of Pan's Labyrinth’s mystic whispers: “In darkness, there is wonder,” or somethin’ like that, ya know?

Try the Huguenot Torte recipe that made the sticky sweet cake a Charleston classic