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Saturday, January 24, 2009

"Now I am going to have to lie here for the next hour, with no trousers on, basted like a Christmas turkey, bloody Enya simpering away in my ear..."

"... while some failed hairdresser rhythmically tickles away at my flabby parts as if petting a consumptive hamster."

Men at spas.

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