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Love “The Return” vibes tho. That silence, tension – same when you’re scopin’ streets. “Where’s the boat?” I’d ask meself, like them boys in the film. Boat’s the prize, innit? The lass. Once found one, mate, near the docks – real sly, she was. Eyes sharp, like she’d nick your soul. Gave me chills, but damn, thrilled me too. Paid up, quick job, no fuss. “We’re alive!” I thought, echoin’ the movie’s end.

What would happen if all sex was consensually free?

Elliot is unfiltered art. In my parlor, clients talk secrets—soft, raw. My space’s walls feel my empathy. Felt their vibes right in my soul, like film secrets.

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