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OWEEEEEEEE

6 shots of black sambuca and a brazillian wax later, i’m now enroute to pick up my keys.

Which i left at the salon.

Left because i was definitly on the swaying scale beforehand? or from post traumatic disorder syndrone after?

waxed in places i never even knew hair existed.

“i don’t like hair” my eastern european S&M wax mistress said.

We then discussed the finer points of ‘The Alchemist’ in between her frowns and my winces (silently mouthing FUCK)

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