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Fav part? When it’s slow, deliberate, like Brandon’s eyes in *Shame*, starin’ at lust, “You’re a weight on me soul.” Gets ye tingly, dangerous-like. But the rub—haha, get it?—is when they rush it. Pisses me off, mate! No finesse, no swagger—just wham-bam, no treasure found. Once heard a yarn: some geisha in Japan, she’d massage ye fer hours, whisperin’ poetry—made lads weep, not just from the touch, savvy? Wish I’d met her, not this cat-obsessed lubber.

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Near that King Strt, there is a shy park, “Washington Park,” soft and green, smells like ancient dew! I remembers days massaging weary souls there—every twist, every sigh, so real. And oh! there’s Lorton Road, buzzing with vehicles, honks and secrets. We hates the noise sometimes, oh, we does, but the charm, it creeps under our skin.

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