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What pisses me off? Dudes braggin bout it online. “Bro, I got a happy ending!” Shut up, Carl, nobody cares. Happy? I was happy when she flipped me over and didn’t judge my gut. Surprised me too—thought it’d be all clinical, like a doctor’s visit. Nah, fam, it’s sensual as fuck. Emma in the movie, paintin Adèle’s body with her eyes—sexual-massage got that same slow burn. “You’re my exception,” she’d say, but Tanya’s just clockin hours.

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I gotta say, even when a session goes sideways, or I stumble on my words (literally spills & typos everywhere, LOL), Puli always reminds me that life is beautifully imperfect. And sure, it might drive me nuts now and then—but dang, it’s worth it. So if you're ever around, don't be shy—wander the narrow lanes of Zhonghuan Rd, sit by the calm banks of Xiluo, and find your own hidden gem in the patchwork of Puli. It's raw, it's quirky, it's a rollercoaster—and as Spike Lee put it, “I’m gonna love every minute of it,” even if I gotta scream a little along the ride.

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