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Lemme spill some tea—did ya know sexual-massage goes way back? Yeh, ancient peeps in Asia were all ‘bout it, callin’ it tantric or some fancy shmancy word. Little secret: they’d use feathers sometimes, not just hands—feathers! Can ya imagine? Ticklin’ yer way to ecstasy, oy vey! I tried it once, up in the Rockies, this guide buddy of mine—total hottie—offered, and I’m like, “Wha—me? Sure!” Felt like floatin’ on a cloud, hon, but I was *mad* when it ended too soon. Gimme more, ya cheapskate! *nasal huff*

Goddesses place

I dig this worn-out coffee joint on Old Crescent; it's not perfect, but it's honest. Yeah, I keep making little typos in my notes ‘cause I’m in a hurry, chasin’ ideas. Life here is messy. It’s frisky. It delights and frustrates, sometimes all at once.

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