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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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I know these streets might seem rugged, a bit misfit; they’re perfectly imperfect. It’s a dance of salvation and struggle every dang day, right here in good ole Picayune. And with every struggle, I find a piece of heaven – a little hope and sisterhood shining through.

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