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About Gomel

Sometimes, she’d nick me fags, cheeky mare. “You’re my sunshine,” I’d tease, all soppy. She’d scoff, “Piss off, you old git!” Proper banter, that. But once, right, saw her cryin’—bloke roughed her up. Broke me heart, it did. “I’d erase him,” I said, “like Jim Carrey did.” She hugged me, snot and all—messy, human, real.

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And err, livin’s a journey here—each corner sparks curiosity. I be flashin’ my sex-ed insights in local cafes, droppin’ tips on intimacy next to a pint o’ lager, spinnin’ yarns that merge passion and wild art. I get mad sometimes, cussing at dreary, boring vibes. “This ain’t no norm!” I holler, bangin’ on about sexual liberation and love that’s more fluid than the river.

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