Been noticing changes in my life. Recently I went to a strip club, $40 in. Total kick in the nuts but I bit the bullet. Then I get to the dancer, she quoted me $80 for a lap dance. It was at this point that I stopped thinking about pussy and immediately pivoted to a burning desire to see Cats on Broadway.
I drive home listening to Liza Minella records. Get home, watch not once, not twice but three times in a row the movie Grease. I then a hop in shower singing along to ABBA's Dancing Queen, I tucked my dick between my legs while I baked and shaked, oogie/boogied and I stated "This song is about me, This song is about me."


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The next day I of course made a B line for the local bathhouse and went on a 24 hour FUCK-FEST
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