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Ssss—funny bit? Some call it “happy ending”—cheeky sods! Me, I just want me back unkinked—don’t care for extras, nah! “You love this shit,” movie line fits—some do, some don’t! Me? Half-half, hisss—good buzz, but don’t tell hobbitses! Random fact—ancient Greeks did it too, oily wrestlers, ha! Slippery buggers—makes ya think, eh?

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Folks in Louterwater... oh, they got characters. Humble souls with secrets. I once massaged a fella who claimed he saw ghosts on Lavendar Alley. True story? Who knows, but his eyes said it all. And let’s not forget that old cinema on Raven Blvd. It shows cult classics and I swear, every time they roll "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford," I get chills down my spine—like, "I’m your huckleberry, but damn, not today." Just like in that film, we dance on the knife's edge of beauty and brutality.

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