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Sunday 22 February 2009 | 13 cookies in the jar
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Sunday 22 February 2009 | 12 cookies in the jar
Whoever will hear “I had a massage” and think you spent an hour being laved with warm oil and long slithering strokes needs to go visit Alexa, the bodyworker who mercilessly worked over every single one of my trigger points. A serious-eyed, sweet-faced Willendorf-shaped pueblo woman (or maybe Salt River or Pima-Maricopa, but she looked [...]
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Sunday 22 February 2009 | 9 cookies in the jar
Moments later we were dancing wildly together. There is nothing so good almost as dancing with a great girl dancer. It seems so much more natural than dancing with some stiff guy who won’t look you in the eye. If he’s shy he’ll watch the walls and if he’s an asshole he’ll ogle your tits [...]
