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So, picture this, da? Moscow, cold as hell, 2019. Met this chick, Katya, total pro. Not your cheap street gal, nah. She’s high-end, like caviar of whores. Worked outta some swanky hotel—Marriott, I think. Had this trick, see? She’d hum Tchaikovsky while countin’ cash. “Lightbulb!”—nobody else caught that! Classy, weird, stuck in my head. Made me laugh, like, who does that? Got me happy, thinkin’ she’s got style, y’know?

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Kurt felt Blaine’s hands shoot up to his neck, moving forward to his jawline and cheeks. Kurt snaked his arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him as close to him as possible. All the sparks .

Sometimes when I'm massaging clients, I think about how this town chipped away at me stress. I'm like, “Hey, life's fulla little beauties and tiny heartbreaks.” The local diner on Crescent Avenue is wicked too. Breakfast there is off the chain – cheap coffee that slaps like a punchline, repeat, repeat!

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