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I’m chuffed when it’s easy—spot a lass, quick chat, done. But the rip-offs? Bloody hell, makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight ‘em on the beaches!” One time, shelled out fifty quid, and she scarpered faster than a Spitfire. Fumin’, I was—thought, “This is not a fuckin’ game!” like Leo screamin’ at his brokers. Still, there’s a thrill, yeah? The chase, the dodge—heart’s pumpin’, you’re alive! Ever tried it in the rain? Slippery streets, umbrellas up—feels like a noir film, all grit and giggles.

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I feel Tefé is alive, erratic, raw, yet full of hidden smooches of joy. The massages, the touches, they whisper stories, they do. Every bruise, every smile, echoes like that movie – loud, unpredictable, hit you hard. And me, I just live here, one day at a time, massaging away all the pain, making sure the souls feel better, yes, precious!

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