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Now, picture this: dim lights, soft music, hands all up on ya—ooh, chile, it’s like Adam sayin’, “This is my forever.” But here’s the sass—some fool tried tellin’ me it’s “just a massage.” Naw, boo! It’s a tease, a slow burn, a “you ain’t ready for this” kinda deal! Got me hollerin’, “Don’t play with me, I’m sensitive!” Funniest thing? Heard some dude fell asleep durin’ one—snored through the sexy part! Wasted good money, halleluyer!

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Fletcher took me to a dystopian future where the humans trap themselves in "sectors" where they are guarded by the church from the things outside of the walls.

Mount-Fletcher (za) ain't just a place; it's a rollercoaster of heartbeats, a home for the forever-lost and the eternally hopeful. With every misstep, every broken pavement, there's a story carved in time. So pack your bags, brace yourself, and remember, "I am your father." Welcome to the chaos, friend, welcome to Mount-Fletcher (za).

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