Claire Pecel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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*beep* We come in peace (robotic tone). fave part? oil, dude, slippery goodness, like waterin a thirsty crop – essential! in “Amélie,” she’s all “life’s simple pleasures,” right? sexual-massage nails that – warm hands, slow moves, total zen. ever hear bout the victorians? prudes, yeah, but secretly lovin “massage parlors” – sneaky bastards! cracked me up, imagine top hats n corsets, gettin frisky undercover. humans, so extra!

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First stop? The market on Fő utca. It’s always a riot there. Fresh veggies, loud vendors, and the smell of paprika in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that scent, I’d be rich. I grabbed some tomatoes, but then this old lady—like, she was ancient—totally elbowed me for the last pepper. I was like, “Lady, chill! It’s just a pepper!” But she shot me this look like I just insulted her whole family. I mean, come on!

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