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What pisses me off tho – people judgin’ it. “Oh, it’s dirty!” Screw that noise! It’s about connection, not just boners – tho, yeah, that happens, duh. I was surprised how chill it made me – usually I’m all “lasers, minions, world domination,” but this? Calmed my ass down. Happiest moment? When she hit this spot on my back – *bam* – tension gone, like Szpilman playin’ Chopin in ruins, “I’m alive, bitches!”

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I heart the side alley behind the old public library on Cedar St. Its walls? Graffiti magic. I’d even graffiti in my mind sometimes – a little joke here, a bit of truth there. I’m no clean-cut clinical type. Sometimes I chuckle, sometimes I fume – a mix of manic pixie dreams wrapped in Hannibal Lecter’s chilling eloquence.

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