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Favorite bit? When they hit that spot—ya know the one—lower back or thighs, and yer like, “HOLY SHIT!” Surprised me first time—didn’t expect THAT tingle! Almost yelled, “Who’s this god among men?!”—total *Leviathan* moment, “A man’s fate is his own!” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it—felt epic! Oh, and the oils—smell like heaven, or maybe a forest orgy, ha!

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Ginger Dayle, the alleged prostitute, denies being a lady of the night, instead insisting that she was actually giving Peoples Pilates lessons.

Now, lemme spill a bit more. I love takin’ my coffee to the corner near Ridley Park; that piece is legit. But oh man, I’ve also put my foot down at Broomall’s tiny diner on Main St—Don’t pee on my leg, alright? Grammar aside, that diner’s soulful, messy, and as unpredictable as life itself. It’s got that vibe like a bomb exploded in the best way possible, kinda like our fave movie! Kathryn Bigelow sure knew how to dish out reality with a punch.

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