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About Chicago

Oh, and typos—sexuall-massage, lol, sounds like a horny typo itself. Messed up there, but whatever, keeps it real. “The sunlight glows on the leaves”—movie line again—imagine that vibe, warm oil, dim lights, hands sliding. Pure bliss, fam. Try it, don’t knock it—beats a VR sim any day. Peace out!

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The city? HELL! Furiously typical, yet spiked with odd charm. My jam is the old Millston Park, right off Evergreen Ln. It’s where families picnic and people get frisky on the grass. A few years back, one couple took me aside by the pond and whispered “Life passes in moments” – and I thought, “Damn, that’s like a scene from A Separation.”

Boys volleyball: Mountain House dominant in the battle of the Mustangs